God uses small things

Sticks and stones and donkey bones

Pots of water, manna in the sky,

Quails on the wing and pigs on the fly

Josh’s long day, a little bit of spit and a handful of clay

A den of lions, a furnace of fire,

A rooster’s bold crowing and an angelic choir

A floating axe head and a cripple carrying his bed

A star in the east, a Babylonian feast,

With writing on the wall, and Jericho’s fall

Rough wood and some nails, a cat o’ nine tails

A rock hewn tomb, merely a borrowed room

God seems to joy in deploying small stuff

Unexpectedly used as diamonds in the rough

But as I reflect, I realize the unusual choice

God used even me as His heart, His hand, His voice