Little headaches, little heartaches
Little griefs of every day,
Little trials and vexations,
How they throng around our way!
One great cross, immense and heavy,
So it seems to our weak will,
Might be borne with resignation,
But these many small ones kill,
But these many small ones kill,
Yet all life is formed o small things,
Little leaves, make up the trees,
Man tiny drops of water
Blending, make the mighty seas.
Let us not then by impatience
Mar the beauty of the whole,
Mar the beauty of the whole,
But for love of Jesus bear all
In the silence of our soul.
Asking Him for grace sufficient
To sustain us through each loss,
And to treasure each small offering
As a splinter from His Cross.
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