The Lord of the Small Lyrics

Here is the wonderful poem by Johanna Anderson...

The Lord of the Small

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!

Take a Deep Breath, Calm Your Spirit and Watch this...

An old friend's wife wrote a poem that a composer set to music. My friend, Bill Anderson, is an economics professor and blogger on economics and law. His wife, Johanna, is a counselor with a heart for the forgotten and broken. Her poem is "Lord of the Small." The composer is Dan Forrest. Enjoy.