Dear God, I do not ask that You should give me some high work of Yours, some noble calling, or some wonderous task. Give me a little hand to hold in mine. Give me a little child to point the way over the strange, sweet path that leads to You. Give me a little voice to teach to pray. Give me two shimmering eyes thy face to see. The only crown I ask to wear is this, that I may teach a little child. I do not ask that I may ever stand among the wise, the worthy, or the great. I only ask that softly hand-in-hand, a child and I may enter at the gate.