Father, some cubby in your kingdom
To guard a switch, to light a darkened hall
Some task simple, some task small
But let me guard with holy diligence
The station that you put me in
Sleeping not, nor slipping off to sin
And when the wanderer stumbles to my path
Let me ready, steady, waiting be
To throw switch, to turn the key
No greater prize for life’s significance
But at the proper time and place
To show the light that leads to Grace
Reckon not wealth by World’s math
I’ll leave no heap of gold behind
But pass heaven’s gates and find
The souls for whom I did my little task
All my reward, this sweet taste
To hear, “Your life was not a waste.”
My reflection on these words from Daniel 12:2-3 …
Multitudes who sleep in the dust of the earth will awake: some to everlasting life, others to shame and everlasting contempt. Those who are wise will shine like the brightness of the heavens, and those who lead many to righteousness, like the stars for ever and ever.