How shall it be called labor, these things I do for Him?

These hands too soft, my legs too weak, my back too fragile, my mind too small and my faith too tiny to perceive.   How shall it be called labor?

For this all glory belongs to Him.  Jesus has done the work no man could do.  How can what I do be called labor?  Yet His generous heart is willing to let me share in His beautiful name.

By His Grace.