Humble things

Lord grant me all the humble things The silly little humble things, The things that no one else will see And no one else will do. Give me the least of these And help, I humbly beg please Help me Lord to be at ease On my knees to pray and sing, (And scrub at floor or two) So long as I'm with You. Never let me get so proud That I find myself looking down On a job that needs me eye level- And face-to-face with people. Oh Lord please grant me the humble things The little things, the simple things Never let me get so proud, That I would find myself looking down On You. Please grant me all the humble things That from Your kingdom come. Let me be a servant there Not a queen, or general, or warrior. Let me be the gleaner of Your fields, The widow with two mites, Let me be the humble sinner Who cannot raise her face in Your sight. Grant me all the humble things. For it was as a humble thing you came. A baby in a manger laid, Among straw and your mothers shawl And lined with ox spit. You came as a humble thing So a humble thing let me be Transform me into someone Who can love Your Son, And humbly say "Yes Lord, Here I am, send me." To every little humble thing.