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Friday, June 23, 2023

Consecrated Hands By Henry Beer (Poem)


Consecrated Hands

By Henry Beer 

Consecrated hands
Waiting God's commands
Service to perform.
Blessings follow still
All who do His will
Alike in sun and storm.

Humble though the task,
More He does not ask
That we do our best!
If in grace we live,
Service that we give
Truly will be blest.

Market, office, home,
Or in labor lone,
Prove the workman's brand.
Servants, nurses, too,
May their work review
Blest by higher hand.

Christian's work you see,
Not alone for fee,
Not for mere reward;
But with single eye
Talents they apply
As into the Lord.

Consecrated toil,
In workship, home or soil,
Finds it's due reward.
All success we share,
Sanctified by prayer,
Owe we to the Lord.


Page 147 in My garden Of Verse

2 comments:

  1. This is a thought provoking poem. Our homes can be our ministry and service to the Lord. Thanks for sharing!

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    1. Exactly! That is why I love this poem so much. Thank you for leaving a comment!

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