Tomorrow is dresser day, meaning all dressers must be cleaned off to where I can actually see the color of the dresser top once again. I may as well get my garbage bags out. But I thought I’d be smart and get a good start on mine tonight, until I came across this poem.
My dad had used this poem in a sermon and I begged it off of him. It touches my heart and I wanted to share it with you! While you read, I’ll go back to cleaning……..
Reach Down Your Hand
Reach down your hand!
The little one who trudges by your side
Is striving hard to match your grown-up stride;
But oh, his feet are very tiny yet,
His arms so short – I pray you won’t forget –
Reach down your hand.
Keep soft your voice!
For it was such a little while ago
This small one left the place where tones are low,
His voice still holds the cadence of that land
Where no one ever gave a stern command.
Keep soft your voice.
Lift up your heart!
The little child you struggle so to teach
Has resource far above the human reach.
Lift up your heart.