I ponder the worth of a human soul.
What is my potential, have I a role?
In the sight of God, I am told I am great.
His eye's unto all. He waits by the gate.
To confound the wise, the weakest are chosen
As Heavenly Father calls the simplest of good men.
Who will reach, to teach, to touch each precious soul?
Humble men of devotion, who have faith and high goals.
The Master assures, He will always abide.
If we give Him our hearts, His Light, there resides.
On the Lord's errand, the pathways are but straight.
And out of small things, proceedeth what is great.
God counts sacrifice, He measures sorrow.
He quickens mem'ries, to aid tomorrows.
Hardships may beckon, let no man then shirk.
The furnace burns hot as those who serve, work.
He who notes the sparrow's fall.
Won't neglect the servant's need.
To whom He extends a call.
God qualifies to do the deed.
-President Monson
2, Sep 1997, Testimony, Thomas S. Monson,
Trials, Trust, Tears, Ensign
What is my potential, have I a role?
In the sight of God, I am told I am great.
His eye's unto all. He waits by the gate.
To confound the wise, the weakest are chosen
As Heavenly Father calls the simplest of good men.
Who will reach, to teach, to touch each precious soul?
Humble men of devotion, who have faith and high goals.
The Master assures, He will always abide.
If we give Him our hearts, His Light, there resides.
On the Lord's errand, the pathways are but straight.
And out of small things, proceedeth what is great.
God counts sacrifice, He measures sorrow.
He quickens mem'ries, to aid tomorrows.
Hardships may beckon, let no man then shirk.
The furnace burns hot as those who serve, work.
He who notes the sparrow's fall.
Won't neglect the servant's need.
To whom He extends a call.
God qualifies to do the deed.
-President Monson
2, Sep 1997, Testimony, Thomas S. Monson,
Trials, Trust, Tears, Ensign
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