What difference do we make,
when a friend we meet to comfort
and to their needs relate.
We sit there often mute
with nothing worth to say,
that provides them anything astute
Perhaps that’s just the point
they know your limitations;
that their woeful head you can’t anoint.
It’s God that needs to touch them.
They need His Presence, Divine,
And in your caring touch they’ll find Him.
So don’t worry what you’ll say then
It’s your presence that they need
and what they see in you - is Him.
©2013 Michael S Davis
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC
What difference do we make,
when a friend we meet to comfort
and to their needs relate.
We sit there often mute
with nothing worth to say,
that provides them anything astute
Perhaps that’s just the point
they know your limitations;
that their woeful head you can’t anoint.
It’s God that needs to touch them.
They need His Presence, Divine,
And in your caring touch they’ll find Him.
So don’t worry what you’ll say then
It’s your presence that they need
and what they see in you - is Him.
©2013 Michael S Davis
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