Little maker of the home,
What do you really do?
When all is said and done,
What will be said of you?
You rise each day just like the sun,
You give your life away,
And tired, you run the course again.
You need to hear Him say,
"Well done,
Oh, maker of the home,
Well done!
You labour not alone.
And though your eyes may never see,
This home you live to make,
You make for Me.
Your life a shadow seems,
Compared to what others do.
But who would catch the tears
And point to Me,
If not for you?
And when they've grown,
Imprinted on their hearts will always be,
How good, how right, to give their lives,
And build a home for Me."
- unknown
