Do All That You Can

Do All That You Can
 
“I can not do much,” said a little star,
     “To make this dark world bright;
My silvery beams can not pierce far
     Into the gloom of night;
Yet I am a part of God’s great plan,
     And so I will do the best that I can.”
 
“What can be the use,” said a fleecy cloud,
      “Of these few drops that I hold?
They will hardly bend the lily proud,
     If caught in her chalice of gold;
But I, too, am a part of God’s great plan,
     So my treasures I’ll give as well as I can.”
 
A child went merrily forth to play,
     But thought, like a silver thread,
Kept winding in and out all day
     Through the happy golden head -
“Mother said: ‘Darling, do all that you can,
     For you are a part of God’s great plan.”
 
She knew no more than the twinkling star,
     Or the cloud with its raincup full,
How, why, or for what all strange things are -
     She was only a child at school,
But she thought, “’Tis a part of God’s great plan,
     That even I should do all that I can.”
 
So she helped another child along
     When the way was rough to his feet,
And she sang from her heart a little song
     That we all thought wondrous sweet;
And her father - a weary, toil-worn man -
     Said, “I, too, will do the best that I can.”
 
By Margaret E. Sangster