Marguerite Rocco Orsomarso

(East Islip, New York)

A Grain Of Sand

Lord, a small grain of sand am I,
So very, very small, indeed.
Lo, sweet Jesus, hold on ever so tightly to me! Yes, ever so tightly in your wondrous care.
Do not let the oceans swoop o'er me,
Or, mountains of sand crush me,
But rather cover me, Sweet Savior, when others will trample over me,
Or, without a thought, or a care, brush me aside brutally! Lift me up from the noise and turmoil,
Mold me, as you will, from sand and soil,
Wash me clean and in the sunlight...

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