Some days my greatest efforts
Do not amount to much,
And though I've really labored hard
Don't have "that special touch".
And then some days I move along
With energy and ease,
Pat myself upon the back
And think, "This was a breeze!"
The Lord will look upon those days
I worked and tried so hard.
Those might be the very days
When in His sight I "starred".
The work I do cannot be measured
In the sight of man.
My meekest efforts just might be
My best in God's great plan.
What is in my heart each day
Is that which God will measure.
Even though I be not skilled,
My worship is His treasure.
He can take my weakest skills
And make them shine as gold.
All that I will do for Him
Has benefit untold.
"...For the Lord seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart."
I Samuel 16:7 KJV
© 2009 Arlene Schwartzkopf