I do the best I can,
My best I do, no more;
Are mine the powers of man,
But not the spells of lore.

For greater heights I reach,
For growth and sweeter fruit,
For purer act and speech,
Each step along the route.

The Lord gives seed to bear,
In him are life and being;
The sweat of brow is fair
When eyes of faith are seeing.

By day God brings me low,
By night he makes me fear;
His ways I cannot know,
But he, I know, is near.

The harvest is not mine,
Mere servant in the field;
In time, the precious vine,
The Lord will make it yield.

—JRMatheny, UPLift

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