Of Love's Humble Joys

I pour ‘more ketchup please’

And pick up toys and toys

And wonder at the common cloth

Of love’s humble joys

I wipe noses and messes

To the music of noise

And ponder the simplicity

Of love’s humble joys

I sing a song and read a book

To little girls and boys

And marvel at the preciousness

Of love’s humble joys

Lord, fit me for the Calling

That each task employs

Fill my days with grateful praise

For love’s humble joys

© Janet Martin