Lord Always Keep Me Humble

Standing on a corner all tattered and torn
stood a gray-haired lady, her clothes dreadfully worn.
She shivered and trembled as the cold north winds blew.
But no one seemed to care for the poor on the famous Fifth Avenue.

It was Christmas time and the snow was peppering down.
Tears fell from her eyes as she saw the lights trimming the town.
People were laughing and enjoying their Christmas cheer.
But no one seemed to notice the old lady standing near.

She clutched an old book tightly to her chest.
The old book to whom she seldom gave any rest.
She hobbled across the icey, snowy street.
Her rain-soaked shoes frozen to her small aged feet.

A manger scene lay brightly just ahead.
Baby Jesus lay there on his little straw filled bed.
She waited patiently until all the crowds had gone.
She needed to speak to the Master all alone.

“Lord, help me to always be humble
so others needs I might see.
Don’t ever let me be so proud
That I’d forget all about Calvary”!

She knelt and opened the old precious book.
Her lips quivered as she softly spoke and her aged body shook.
She slowly raised her withered and crippled hands
As she spoke to the Savior from the Holy Lands.

The ground was covered the next day with snow.
Crowds of men and women scurried to and fro.
A small child stopped, and climbed off his sled,
But it was too late, for the old lady was already dead.

Oh, remember! Please remember the words the old lady said.
” Lord always keep me humble, so others needs I might see.
Don’t ever let me be so proud, that I forget all about precious Calvary”!

“Yes Lord keep me humble so other needs I might see.
Don’t let me be so proud
That I’d forget all about Calvary”!

Copyright ll-1-2001
Sybil Shearin
North Carolina

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