There isn’t much that I can do,
But I can share my bread with you;
I can share my joy with you,
And sometimes share a sorrow, too,
As on our way we go.

There isn’t much that I can do,
But I can sit an hour with you;
And I can share a joke with you;
And sometimes share a reverses, too;
As on our way we go.

There isn’t much that I can do,
But I can share my songs with you;
And I can share my mirth with you;
And sometimes come and laugh with you;
As on our way we go.

There isn’t much I can do,
But I can share my hopes with you;
And I can share my fears with you;
And sometimes shed some tears with you;
As on the way we go.

There isn’t much I can do,
But I can share my friends with you;
I can share my life with you;
And of times share a prayer with you,
As on the way we go.

There isn’t much I can do,
But I can share my purse with you,
I can share my Christ with you;
And sometimes come and serve with you.
As on our way we go.

~ Dr. Clair H. Post