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I
prayed
to God to make me a bright light, and He made me a candle,
I asked Him to
make a Symphony, and he made me a tune,
I wanted to be
a paragraph, and He made me a phrase,
I begged Him to
make a river, and He made me a puddle,
I asked Him to
make a rose, and He made me a blade of grass,
I wanted to be
a painting, and He made me a frame,
I prayed to be a
mountain, and He made a pebble,
I prayed to be
a Basilica, and He made me a chapel.
I was weary, tired,
ready to quit trying,
"Why,"
Lord, I questioned, "Why?"
He looked at me
sadly wondering why I did
not know the answer myself,
And He simply said,
The Servant is not greater than the Master.