The Joy Of Giving Poem by Isadora Quagmire

No joy is there like serving those in need,
Or really, serving anyone at any time indeed.
What gladness does fill the soul,
That chases away all sadness and weariness dull.
What new strength to love and cherish comes,
New courage to carry another's burden in the heart drums,
Joy is a weak word to express the pleasure,
That fills the heart when one's actions can help another.

But this willingness to give,
This delight that fills our hearts with purpose to live,
Is not from our nature at all,
It comes forth from a heart that has answered our Savior's call.
The good things that we give freely
Are all from His hand, really.
May we not be praised for the little we have sacrificed,
But may all glory and praise be to our wonderful Savior, Christ!

For of all on earth He gave the most.
And never does He in His giving boast.
May to Him be all the praise,
Forever, always, until the end of days…