Carry down the man a present. . .
and a little honey.
Genesis 43:11
The sons of Jacob wend their way
To buy the needed corn;
The home bereft of Benjamin,
The old man left to mourn.
With extra money in their hand
He sent a present meet--
Nuts, spices, balm, and luscious fruits,
A little honey sweet.
But little knew the Patriarch,
That kindly act to bless,
Was lavished on his precious son,
Long lost in deep distress.
And Joseph's tender heart was moved,
A place to weep he sought,
When gazing on his mother's son,
And touched by Jacob's thought.
Great works of art emblazed abroad
A lifetime may have planned;
But countless deeds are well performed
By love's unconscious hand.
From seeds of kindness sown by grace,
The fruit we may not see;
Our heav'nly Joseph will declare--
"Ye did it unto Me".
Unknown, unsung, and oft unprized,
One day these deeds below,
With final touches of love's hand,
A masterpiece will show.
A cheerful word with sunlit smile,
A weary soul to greet,
And errands for the helpless sick
With swift and willing feet.
Conspicuous acts command the view,
Like oaks that mark the glade;
But violets sweet of common blue
Smile brightly in the shade.
So in our humble sphere of life,
Cheer all the souls we meet;
With Jacob's thought bring into lives--
A little honey sweet.
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