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FIVE LITTLE PEBBLES

(1 Samuel 17: 40)

S. J. B. Carter

Five little pebbles lay in a brook,

Five little pebbles hid in a nook.

“What are we good for?”, one said to the other,

“Little or nothing, I’m thinking, my brother”.

Wearing away, day after day,

It seemed that forever those pebbles might stay.

If they were flowers, ever so gay,

Doubtless then someone would take them away;

Or if they were big stones that builders could use,

Perhaps then some builder those same stones would choose.

Wait, little pebbles, rounded and clean,

Long in your loneliness, lying unseen,

God has a future awaiting for you

Five little pebbles sturdy and true.

Five little pebbles hid in a brook,

David came down there and gave them a look,

Picked them up carefully out of the sand;

Five little pebbles great in his hand.

“Hark!” there is shouting, there’s fighting today,

Boldly these pebbles are borne to the fray;

One of them chosen and put in a sling—

Could we have thought that a stone could thus wing?

Onward it sped, with a might not its own,

Onward it sped, by the shepherd boy thrown;

Swift as an arrow, straight as a dart,

For the whole nation that stone played its part,

Striking the giant’s great terrible head,

Laying him low there—a mighty man dead.

Five little pebbles lay in a brook,

Mentioned with honour in God’s Holy Book,

Be thou a pebble, contented and low,

Ever kept clean by His mercy’s pure flow,

Hidden and ready till Jesus shall look,

And choose you, and use you, a stone from the brook.

ANTICIPATION

The Lord He is coming—will this be the day

When Jesus will lovingly call us away?

What rapture ‘twill be when we hear His blest voice

And seeing His face we’ll for ever rejoice.

The Lord He is coming—reality sweet,

When what we have gathered we’ll lay at His feet

When claims that are earthly will hold us no more;

Expectantly waiting, our spirits would soar.

The Lord He is coming—can this be the day?

Bright Star of the morning, oh do not delay;

The bride with the Spirit is saying, ‘Lord, come’

And longs at His side to be ever at home.

(Composed by a sister who wishes to remain anonymous).