I come in the little things
Saith the Lord:
I come in small things says the Lord,
Not borne on the morning wings
Of majesty, but I have set My Feet
Amidst the delicate and bladed wheat
That springs triumphant in the furrowed sod.
There do I dwell, in weakness and in power;
Not broken or divided, saith our God!
In your strait garden plot I come to flower.
I come in the little things, Saith the Lord:
Yea! on the glancing wings
Of eager birds, the softly pattering feet
Of furred and gentle beasts, I come to meet
Your hard and wayward heart. In brown bright eyes
That peep from out the brake, I stand confest
On every nest where feathery Patience is content to brood
And leaves her pleasure for the high emprize of motherhood -
There doth My Godhead rest .