Gold leaf

A grain of Sand

Lord, what plan have thee for me today,
Just a tiny grain of sand
Among so many here below
In this world your master plan

I feel but like a tiny part
But yet I feel the need
To use the fruit of love
Where you have sown the seed.

Show me the work I must do
Here in this barren land
For this bit of clay is worthless
Without your guiding hand

If I could only be a light
For others here to see
You have a plan for each of us
Even bits of sand like me

Barbara J. McKee copyright 1988