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I stood beside the water on a clear and sunny day,

And threw a stone up high and far from shore.

It sailed an arc and landed in the middle of the lake.

Each ripple that it made then rippled more.



I thought of how I see myself--so unimportant, frail.

What impact could I make in God’s great scheme?

Safe on shore I worship, but it’s often that I fail.

What would I DO if I were tossed mid-stream?



Sustained by morning’s sermon of the “sickle in the wheat”,

I pondered on the servants at God’s work.

I’ve known a few too arrogant, and some so mild and meek,

That often they were chastised and got hurt.



Stewardship reflective of that servant’s heart within,

Can tell more of his spirit than he knows.

A mirror, that’s his service, is the fate of all such men.

He struggles as the “self” inside him grows.



To serve, a man must listen to the Master’s simple plan.

He said, “The fruit falls not far from the tree.”

If man would but subdue his flesh (God tells us that he can),

He’d be consistent sowing all good seed.



I watched those spreading circles as they lapped upon the shore.

I got my answer from that tiny stone.

How big or small won’t matter when your work is for the Lord.

He’ll help you do it.  You won’t be alone.