Growth Spurt

I wrote this as I was waiting in the foyer for Church to start. Seated next to me was someone who hadn't attended their meetings in some time and had expressed that they were nervous and felt somewhat out of place. In walked a fairly young man who seemed really young (I learned later that he was small for his age). He came in the door and was focused on getting a room set up for a class presidency meeting. He checked his watch, turned on the light and set up the chairs. The following was inspired as I learned from him how to give valiant service----even if you believe no one is watching.



He came into the building
With scriptures in his hand
His suit was freshly pressed
His attendance he had planned.
He seemed to sense his purpose
As he entered he seemed tall
Yet, upon a closer look
Still a child’s frame so small.
His tie was not proportioned
To his neck or to his length
Still, his determination
Became the observer’s strength.
Unknown to his awareness
Were older searching eyes
Dimmed by the passing years
They’d forgotten to be wise.
Could it be that Father sent
A little child to show
Another soul much older
How a testimony grows.
Just as the boy grows up
In proportion to his tie
The lost sheep now returning
Will learn the way to try.
Was it just coincidence
That the older searching eyes
Had learned a new life lesson
From a little child so wise?
For the world would be such chaos
If man was left alone
But Father is in charge
Of the garden He has grown.
The harvest of true character
By the hand of Father here
Was cultivated first
Then moistened with our tears.
He tilled our surface open
Then dropped in seeds of time
The “Son” warms us for the growing
Into our destiny divine.
-Shanna C. Hugie