Gifts

by Lucy M. Young

Lucy in her garden
Dear Lord, You have given me so much,
So little I've given to You;
But I had so little material wealth
I didn't know what I could do.

Then I remembered what You once said
To the people so long ago,
"Whatever you do for the least of these
You do for me also."

Well, Lord, I have plenty of love to give.
I can reach out a helping hand,
Give a friendly smile, or a pat on the back
To show them that I understand.

I can hold someone stricken with grief to my heart
And pray that my love may console;
Give friendship, companionship, sympathy,
To some lonely suffering soul.

Lord, grant that I always may see the need
Of a stranger a friend or a foe;
And show me how best I may help them along
That their hearts more joy may know.

We Are All His Own

by Lucy M. Young

We all have the same loving Father in Heaven
Be we black, white, red, yellow or brown;
If we love Him and serve Him faithfully
We'll meet when our sun goes down
On the life we know in this "vale of tears"
And we leave for our Heavenly rest,
We'll see for ourselves we are all the same
In His eyes, and we all are blessed.
We are all the same color beneath the skin,
Red blood flows through every vein;
We all reach out for friendship and love,
Our hearts beat to the same refrain.

So why do we quarrel, mistrust and hate,
We the sons and daughters of God?
We are brothers and sisters, He loves us all,
Let's spread understanding abroad.
Let's look at each other with friendship and trust
Ignoring the color of skin;
With wide-open minds and loving hearts
Let us see all the goodness within;
And go to our Maker, hand in hand,
Black, white, red, yellow and brown;
With our hearts serene and our souls at peace,
He will know we are truly His own.