The Servant

Above the swell of angels’ praise
He hears my feeblest prayer;
Not on His glory lies His gaze,
But on my every care.

Though angels to His will attend
And mountains bow in fear,
This awesome God will gently bend
To lend a listening ear.

He stoops to meet my every need—
A Servant, though a King!
Oh, teach me Lord, Your ways to heed,
A humble heart to bring.

And not to greatness I’d aspire
But servanthood divine;
Your constant giving to inspire
A life that mirrors Thine.

©2005 by Patricia S. Baker
First printed in The Lutheran Digest, (Winter 2006, Vol. 53, p. 26).

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