Lord, let me do the little things
Which may fall to my lot;
Those little inconspicuous ones
By others oft forgot.
If like My Master I can give
Myself for those God loves,
Rich joy and peace shall come to me
And sweet rest in heaven above.
I know nor when the day shall close.
But when life's curfew rings,
I want my Lord to find me then
Still doing little things.
This prayer was found in 1996 in the Lake Placid Florida Hospital Auxiliary newsletter.
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