We can curse the fate that made us…or love each living hour…if we
do the job God gave us…be we humble weed or flower.
For each of us is needed…and each of us has worth…or He never
would have bothered…to honor us with birth.
There is fragrance in the roses…and shade beneath the pine…and
softness in the clover…and food upon the vine.
And each one serves a different need…just as you and I…be we
creeping in the valley…or climbing to the sky.