I like this poem by Annie Johnson Flint:
"Fret not because thy place is small --
Thy service need not be,
For thou canst make it all there is
Of joy and ministry.
The dewdrop, as the boundless sea,
In God's great plan has part --
And this is all He asks of thee
Be faithful where thou art.
In thee His mighty hand can show
The wonders of His grace.
And He can make the humblest room
A high and holy place.
Thy life can know the blessedness
Of resting in His will;
His fullness flows unceasingly
Thy cup of need to fill.
His strength upon thy weakness waits,
His power for thy task.
What more, O child of all His care,
Could any great one ask?"
So let us say with the songwriter---
"I'll go where You want me to go, dear Lord --
I'll say what You want me to say --
I'll be what You want me to be!"
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