Thank you for this tiny little
mustard seed of an hour,
tucked
into a week of seven days,
one hundred sixty-eight hours.
Yet this little hour fits in, sweetly, innocently.
How beautiful its promise.
For even a glimmer
of the understanding of Thee, mighty, infinite, limitless God,
gives me so much more
than heaps, and hills, and mountains of materialism.
Therefore, dear God,
thank you for this gift of Sunday School
wonderfully wrapped
in this branch of church,
this room of activity,
with this teacher of (what?) . . . humility.
And thank you for Your Christ
unwrapping it for me all week long.
