The Little ’uns are those who go unseen in the crowd…
Making life better, they are humble, not proud…
Little ‘uns do the doing, unseen and unheard…
They do tremendous things without saying a word…
Little ‘uns are servants that no one ever sees…
They open doors and scrub floors and make up beds
Without lifting their heads
They live among us; do menial tasks,
Without a word, before we ask…
Ever thoughtful, no ill intent
We never see where they go, or where they went…
They take out the trash, and mow our yards; they package potatoes and grow tomatoes
They make paperclips and potato chip bags
Have you ever wondered why beds don’t sag?
The Little ‘uns pray when no one sees or hears…
They know God is watching and that He cares…
No motives for thank you’s or monetary gain…
They walk among us eager, content and plain…
Next time you sit in a four-legged chair and drink from a cup
Watch lights way up there…
Think about this…they did not magically appear…
No spider spun…
That was simply the work of the Little ‘uns…
~Marla Shaw O’Neill June 28, 2018
Colossians 3:23 New International Version (NIV) Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters,
