Monday, August 21, 2017

 

The Human Touch

’Tis the human touch
in this world that counts,
The touch of your hand and mine,
Which means far more
to the fainting heart
Than shelter and bread and wine.
For shelter is gone
when the night is o’er,
And bread lasts only a day.
But the touch of the hand
And the sound of the voice
Sing on in the soul always
 
by Spencer Michael Free
 
Our visiting minister shared this classic poem in his message yesterday.
It says a lot in a few words.