“I chose you” – John 15:16
Toil-worn I stood and said,
“O Lord, my feet have bled, My hands are sore,
I weep, my efforts vainly poor.
With fainting heart I pray of Thee,
Give some brave other, work designed for me.”
But my Lord answer made,
“O child of Mine,
I have looked through space and searched through time,
There is none can do the work called thine.”
Soul-sick I knelt and cried, “Let me forever hide
My little soul
From sight of Him who made me whole,
My one small spirit in the vast,
Vast throngs of like mean myriads, present, past!
But my Lord answer made,
“O child of Mine,
I have looked through space and searched through time,
But I find no soul is like to thine!”
Frances Bent Dillingham