2A/n: I go to a Christian Service camp in which we work to help our fellow man. This is a small poem to kinda sum up what's it like to help someone for God.
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Backed by Almighty hands
Our aid we work for man
We live to serve and help
For God and not our selves
We give all that we are
To help those near and far
We may receive nothing
But the words "thanks for helping"
Though these words make our day
So now we can only say
Thank you God for giving
Us the strength for helping