p. 12 | Simply Serving by Worthie Harris Holden

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Apr 4, 1907

Simply Serving

By Worthie Harris Holden

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

One by one they pass and fail me— All the hopes of years gone by; All the dreams and high ambitions, While I seek them, lingering nigh, Just elude me in their passing, Mounting upward to the sky.

All my plans for great endeavor, Fleeing now so far away, Leave me vainly, sadly longing For a gladder, brighter day, While I scorn the little duties That bestrew my own pathway.

Now there comes before my vision One who faithful is and true, Points the flowers beside my pathway Which his loving care doth strew, And he bids me pluck them daily, Gathering them as he would do.

These are trophies for his heaven, These a garland for his shrine, Though so humble, unassuming, He will, blessing, call them “Mine,” And the task of simply serving Makes the lowliest work divine.

Let me, Lord, behold the beauty In a humble life with thee; Let me love alone thy praises, Serving thee with constancy; Then my daily tasks will mirror Only joyous hope in thee.

Portland, Ore.