Lord, here am I to labor unrewarded,
To serve unpaid, unloved, unsought, unknown,
Unknown, unloved by all but my dear children,
Lord, here am I to teach my young at home.
Lord, here am I; but, Father, I am fearful.
I know not how to teach, to love, to guide.
My friends and loved ones think me an eccentric.
Lord, here am I; in You I shall abide.
Lord, here am I; please help me mold my children,
So they will learn to love and serve You too,
They may be fairly smart; that does not matter,
So long as they will be to their God true.
from The Abundant Heart
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