To God is precious the talent of one,
Through little people his work is done;
Be faithful when given the very least,
For from a fish God makes a feast.
This an original poem of mine, written this morning, before scooting off to the Taubaté congregation. You’re welcome to use it in print, with proper credits. You cannot reproduce it online, but we’d be happy for you to link to it here and share it with others.