Out of the deepest expression of care.
Work was born with a beautiful idea,
That saw me and knew my name,
Calling me to the life of a king,
Centred in the plans of Eternity,
Sure that each step that I take,
Was planned by perfect love,
Knowing that nothing is left to chance,
I begin each day sure of his Grace.
Each day is a door that opens to hope,
Where my inheritance is given,
Freely to those who understand,
The love that called me to this small task,
That faithfully serves Love’s soft whisper,
His voice promising peace to all,
In the midst of the loud clamour,
Of the thousand empty words spoken.
Uncertainty is banished from my effort,
The words that seek to destroy,
The trust that was given,
Selfishness can never give of itself,
He has forgotten my name,
And seeks only for himself,
All is replaced by knowing my call,
Born from the pain of forgetting,
But, then hearing a clear call,
That speaks daily as my work begins,
His beautiful call that says I belong.