If we did not have the sick
And those crippled by disease
We would have no need of compassion
No care but our own
If we did not have the difficult
The stubborn and rude
We would have no need of kindness
No care but our own
If we did not have the foolish
Those lacking in wit
We would have no need of patience
No care but our own
If we did not have the harsh
The hateful and cruel
We’d have no need of gentleness
No care but our own
But we do have the sick, the foolish, the rude
And are commanded to love even the cruel
It’s the purging of self that is His goal
To teach us to care for more than our own
“Do nothing out of selfish ambition
or vain conceit,
but in humility consider others
better than yourselves.”
Phil. 2:3
Copyright©1997 Hudson Russell Davis