Only a thought, but the work it wrought,
Can never by tongue or pen be taught,
For it ran through life like a thread of gold
And the life bore fruit a hundred fold.
Only a word! but t'was spoken in love,
With a whispered prayer to the Lord above-
And the angels in heaven rejoiced once more,
For a new-born soul entered through the door.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment