One small life in God’s great plan,
How futile it seems as the ages roll,
Do what it may or strive how it can
To alter the sweep of the infinite whole!
A single stitch in an endless web,
A drop in the ocean’s flow and ebb!
But the pattern is rent where the stitch is lost,
Or marred where the tangled threads have crossed;
And each life that fails of its true intent
Mars the perfect plan that the Master meant.
The smallest life is of infinite importance. It sends streams of influence and of destiny into eternity. If it fails of its mission it leaves a blank in God’s universe. Therefore we should think reverently of our life. Yet we should also think humbly of it, for in God’s sight the greatest are very small. It is well that we seek to have true thoughts of ourselves and of our place and importance in the world. One may have too exalted an opinion of one’s self – there is a self conceit that exaggerates one’s value to society, one’s work, and one’s influence among men. Then there is also such a thing as having too low an opinion of one’s self and of one’s abilities, by reason of which one shrinks from serious duty and fails to meet life’s full responsibility.
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