Methinks Thou madest me smaller than an ant
For ne'er have I known service as great as he
Who lives his life for his brothers
Thinks not of self but only others
In truth, I am the least of all the lesser things
Unless I can adopt like qualities of being
The service of the ant
The focus of the beetle
The joy of the butterfly
The patience of the spider
I am outdone!
I see Thy perfection in them
Though they owe not a wit
Yet I, whose brains are full and plenty
Am menaced by flaw and imperfection
Heartily, I wish with all my talents
I could but humbly achieve
The smallness of an ant
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