God made me of short stature
And I've often wondered why:
But I just keep on going,
I keep reaching for the sky.

Maybe it's so I will be close to children,
I will hear their little cries;
Maybe it's so when I fall,
I don't come down from on high.
When shopping I get frustrated,
What I want is on the top shelf;
But then I seek assistance,
And He sends me a tall elf.

I have then led someone else,
To receive a blessing for the day;
And, in some tiny moment,
They have lived in Jesus' way.

So I will praise God for my shortness,
And smile at the way He works;
For He has found a pleasant way,
To bless us all - - even jerks.

Sandra S. Oidtman - 2019