It shouldn’t be hard to sit very still
And think about Jesus, His cross on the hill,
And all that He suffered and did for me;
It shouldn’t be hard to sit quietly.
I think of the miles He walked in the dust,
And children He helped to love and to trust;
It shouldn’t be hard to sit tall in my seat,
To listen politely, to quiet my feet.
It shouldn’t be hard, even though I am small,
To think about Jesus, not hard at all.