There are little eyes upon you
and they're watching night and day.
There are little ears that quickly
take in every word you say.
There are little hands all eager
to do anything you do;
And a little boy who's dreaming
of the day he'll be like you.
You're the little fellow's idol,
you're the wisest of the wise.
In his little mind about you
no suspicions ever rise.
He believes in you devoutly,
holds all that you say and do;
He will say and do, in your way,
when he's grown up like you.
When I was in high school, our basketball coach gave each of us a copy of this poem to remind us that our conduct was under constant scrutiny. We had a lot to live up to, as heroes in some kiddo's world. I was immediately reminded of this poem while reading this post today.
What am I doing in my everyday life to further the kingdom of God. Am I putting on my "church clothes" and hoping people will notice, or am I really living it? Is my faith merely a pretty picture, or an unmistakable way of life? I think I strive for the latter, but too often only achieve the former.
Thank you, Lord, for endless grace. Please, please - make me more like You.