Monday, March 06, 2017

Word

Only a thought, but the work it wrought,
Can never by tongue or pen be taught,
For it ran thru life like a thread of gold,
And the life bore fruit a hundred fold.
Only a word, but 'twas 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 thru the door.