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Mark 10:42 “But Jesus called them to him, and saith unto them, Ye know that they which are accounted to rule over the Gentiles exercise lordship over them; and their great ones exercise authority upon them.
43 But so shall it not be among you: but whosoever will be great among you, shall be your minister:
44 And whosoever of you will be the chiefest, shall be servant of all. For even the Son of man came not to be ministered unto, but to minister, and to give his life a ransom for many.”


To serve the LORD is a blessing,
In whatever capacity;
All that is done to glorify Him,
Being all that you can be.

For He’s given many talents,
Many…and varied are they;
We’re to bloom where we are planted,
To do His will…each day.

Perhaps we’re a mighty prayer warrior,
He hears and answers each prayer;
A builder of our faith,
When He shows just how much He cares.

Or…maybe we work in soup kitchens,
From earliest dawn…to dusk;
The line outside grows longer,
As the poor…on our LORD…must trust.

We care for the sick…the elderly,
They depend on us for so much;
With helping hands and cheerfulness,
Brightening their day…as such.

A gifted singer…leader in praise,
The voice of an angel…we’ve been given;
Heaven comes down to earth,
Whenever we are singing.

Hard working for our family,
Back bent-over from hard work;
Because of our love for them,
We put our shoulder to the wheel and don’t shirk.

Perhaps a stay-at-home…Mom,
Or one who wishes she could;
Both…a matter of the heart,
As she does even more than she should.

To lay down your life on a battlefield,
To give all that you have;
What more can be asked of that one,
They gave it all…with nothing to spare.

The home front can be a war-zone,
Policing and fire fighting;
The doctor, dentist, nurse, lab worker,
Against crime, the elements, and sickness…they’re battling.

I’ve known many in my lifetime,
Who felt they had nothing to give;
Their bodies were worn-out,
From the long and hard life…they did live.

They told me of their offering,
It was all that they could do;
On a bed wracked with pain or loneliness,
Praying for many…not just a few.

Who was blessed…by each talent,
So far-reaching…to each and everyone?
God sees and He rewards,
When He speaks, “Well done!”


May 21, 2003

Aimee Love

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