A pebble
lay beside a steam,
Wishing it could travel.
It had a more ambitious dream
Than just your average gravel.
"If I could get
up off the ground,
I'd leave this riverbed.
I'm not content to lie around.
I'd rather fly instead.
Gigantic stones would
tease and mock
The pebble for its goal.
"You're just a lowly river rock
Stuck in a muddy hole."
"It's true that I am
small and meek,
And have a lowly station.
But even here, beside this creek,
I'm part of God's creation.
By myself, I can't go
far,
But, God might use me still.
I know that I could be a star
If that's my Master's will."
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The
larger stones would laugh and tease,
"Who'd choose a speck like you?
Just go ahead and
tell us, please,
What can a pebble do?"
Then all at once a
hand reached down
And grasped the pebble tight.
Because its shape was small and round,
It served God's plan just right.
The pebble went into
a sling
And then spun round and round.
God's praises it began to sing
For having left the ground.
Away it flew and
Goliath slew
And changed the fate of nations.
And all because a shepherd grew
To rise above his station.
The biggest stone was
not the choice.
No boulder's bulk held sway.
A pebble spoke with Heaven's voice
And so it won the day. |
