If not for the sower, who pours out their soul?
Where is the gold with its radiant shine
If not for the miner, working the mine?
Where is the king so gloriously royal
If not for the servant’s undying toil?
Where are the great men, one after another
If not for the love, of some caring mother?
Servant and sower, miner and mother
All unaware, of the eyes of each other
Secretly struggling, again and again
Prompted by love, not praise of men
The first shall be last, and the last shall be first
Some will be blessed, and some might be cursed
The king will be servant, the mining will cease
The sower and mother will then rest in peace
I love this poem. I know that my Mom helped with some of the lines of this poem. If I remember correctly, the fifth and sixth stanza’s were re-written by her and I’ve always liked them. It seems like I often have written something about those that quietly serve behind the scenes. I know it comes from what Jesus has taught us but I have really been blessed to grow up around many who have practiced this in our day and generation. My dear folks worked very hard to corral their prideful, ego maniacal sons and constantly teach us by word and by example, to do things un-seen having the faith to believe that no deed will ever go unnoticed by the really important one who is keeping score behind the scenes!