Grace Easley has written a...
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Grace Easley has written a poem that states this text beautifully. (Salesian, Mississippi 13992)
They said, "You'll never make it,"
and they thought that they were right,
But I kept plodding onward, because God had given me light.
And they shook their heads in wonder that I lacked the sense to quit,
But I held my chin up higher, and I didn't mind a bit.
They said, "You'll never make it," as the problems multiplied,
But I had to make an effort and to know at least I'd tried.
So I dug my heels in deeper, though sometimes my spirits lagged,
And I shouldered what was lightest, and the rest I sort of dragged.
And I found to my amazement, at the ending of the day,
That what they said l couldn't do,
I had managed anyway.
It only took three little words, "Lord, help me!" and I rid
Myself of doubt, and all they said I'd never do ... I did.
Doesn't that even transcend crying at midnight, "Friend, lend me three loaves"?
They said, "You'll never make it,"
and they thought that they were right,
But I kept plodding onward, because God had given me light.
And they shook their heads in wonder that I lacked the sense to quit,
But I held my chin up higher, and I didn't mind a bit.
They said, "You'll never make it," as the problems multiplied,
But I had to make an effort and to know at least I'd tried.
So I dug my heels in deeper, though sometimes my spirits lagged,
And I shouldered what was lightest, and the rest I sort of dragged.
And I found to my amazement, at the ending of the day,
That what they said l couldn't do,
I had managed anyway.
It only took three little words, "Lord, help me!" and I rid
Myself of doubt, and all they said I'd never do ... I did.
Doesn't that even transcend crying at midnight, "Friend, lend me three loaves"?
