A call, not loud, but low,

Beside the #icon's gleam.

A simple path I go,

A waking, holy dream.

To lift a weary hand,

To soothe a furrowed brow.

On ordinary land,

I make a humble vow.

My children watch my steps,

Their #prayer upon their lips.

As gentle mercy creeps,

From finger-#tips.

A burden often pressed,

A weight upon the soul.

But #God provides the rest,

And makes the broken whole.

So serve, my heart, anew,

In #love and quiet deed.

For #Christ, forever true,

Sows #blessing from a seed.