The Lord of the Small
by Johanna Anderson
Praise to the Lord of the Small Broken Things,
Who Sees the Poor Sparrow That cannot take wing.
Who loves the lame child and the wretch in the street
who comforts their sorrows and washes their feet.
...Praise to the lord of the faint and afraid
who girds them with courage and lends them his aid,
he pours out his spirit on vessels so weak,
that the timid can serve and the silent can speak.
Praise to the lord of the frail and the ill
who heals their afflictions or carries them till,
they leave this tired frame and to paradise fly.
to never be sick and never to die.
Praise him, O Praise Him All ye who live
who've been given so much and can so little give
our frail lisping praise God will never Despise.
He Sees His Dear Children Through Mercy Filled Eyes!
As many of you know. I love my Kyle so very much and I miss him daily. This poem/song has brought me so much peace. The Lord loves us all so very very much he has a plan I believe it and I know that if I do my part I can live with my Kyle again. I am so thankful he is no longer sick and is getting to spread the gospel in his own way. If you would like to listen to this song here is the link.
Love you Kyle man.
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