Reach
By repomen79
Upon the world with downcast eyes, The hoping heart with passion tries, To raise the healing hand to touch, The weary, for we all are such. All must face the Midnight of the soul, Wouldn't it be lovely if a hand might make them whole? Your best friend was a stranger, long before they were a friend, Do you face a choice of danger when you shelter from the wind? Will you build a prison and will you put up bars? Then stare out of the window and mourn for the stars? Every answer lies in your good hand. All the world asks for is some one to understand. Isn't that the beauty of our kind? Isn't that how mercy is defined? Yes we guard our neighbors heart,That loving may abide, Yes we rise to take his part, and stand there at his side. Humanity is deeper than its face. My brother is my keeper and I walk in his good grace.For Mystysaint....Thank you sooo much. Written April 21st, 2002 © on Apr 21 2002 11:35 AM PST, Patric Patterson 18 • 0 • 12
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