Humbled Humiliated Honored
by Kathleen HighamOften, when I pray to God
I ask to serve my best
Wanting to be spectacular
Thinking, I can pass the test
But, one day He showed me
To be humble, then to please
As a paralyzed woman cried to me
Made me fall down on my knees
We were in this restroom
And she was in desperate need
I listened as she tried to speak
In her anguish, I felt her plead
I was completely intimidated
By a stranger with garbled speech
But God had firmly guided me
To a railing she couldn't reach
I felt this woman's humility
As I quietly closed the door
Lifted her from her wheel chair
God didn't need to say anymore
There was a trust and thankfulness
Seeing passionate, grateful eyes
I knew I was serving God
At last, I came to realize
That serving God is spectacular
I was honored in this place
It doesn't matter where you are
Looking at her, I saw His face
So, if we help one another
With love, we'll finally see
We are serving the Lord our God
For the least of these, is He.
Matthew 25:40
This poem was a finalist in the
November 2007 poetry contest
