17. Servants in the Shadows
We are servants in the shadows,
And we live to serve the weak.
(Others won’t recall our faces,
We are rarely asked to speak.)
For we have a different calling,
Our work takes a quiet part.
One that’s rarely seen in public,
As it lives within the heart.
We agree that we’re not gifted
With oration’s force and grace.
And we don’t have many suits or ties,
They’d seem quite out of place,
With our neighbors whose own trials
Bring a need for tender care.
We’re not glib, and we’re not polished,
But when needed, we are there.
Sister Roberts lost her job last week,
We will take both cheese and prayer.
And we’ll plan how her two kids can cope,
Without a father there.
She’s not asking for a handout,
But she needs a helping hand,
From some friends that know and love her,
And kind hearts that understand.
Sister Johnson is quite anxious,
As she fears the surgeon’s knife.
We will take some sacred oil,
And we’ll plead God bless her life
With the health she needs to carry on
And tend her family dear.
With her husband, we will ask the Lord,
To keep His Spirit near.
Brother Franklin needs a listening ear
To make it through his day,
As he fears his job is threatened.
(There are layoffs on the way.)
We will calm and cheer our brother,
We will read the Master’s words,
And we’ll pray with him in heartfelt tones,
With faith they will be heard.
There are children we will visit,
There are elderly to see,
For this world has grief and worry
Further than the eye can see.
There is no end to our labors,
But we never will complain,
For we took up all these errands,
When we took Christ’s sacred name.
We are led by our good bishop,
We will work from early dawn.
We will bless and cheer and counsel,
Until all who need are gone.
He is such a fine example,
And we pray for his reward,
It’s a blessing we can serve with him,
As we labor for the Lord.
And we sense the Savior’s presence,
And we feel His tender care,
And we seem to know we’re doing
What He would if He were here.
He puts words and plans into our minds,
(Alone, were not that smart.)
So all the good that we may do,
Has come from His own heart.
And we have a joy eternal,
As we struggle for our Lord,
And our hearts are full to bursting,
As we share His sacred word.
Oh, some say it’s quite exciting
To be in the public’s eye,
But our secret treasure’s greater,
With our Father upon high.
We regret we can’t chat longer,
But we really cannot stay.
Brother Olson needs a blessing,
And he needs it right away.
We’d be happy if you’d join us,
As we work within the gloom,
For although fame’s spotlight’s narrow,
Just outside, there’s lots of room.
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