So often in a quiet prayer
I see God's children everywhere,
So many lonely souls there be
who long for cheerful company.
So many elderly confused
Who often are down-right abused,
So many little children who
Are in the same position, too.
But thank our God there are enough
Good Christians made of sterner stuff
Who will take time to right the wrong
And leave a ray of hope and song.
They do not need the world's acclaim,
They do it in God's Holy Name.
God bless those whose compassion thrives
Where there are hurts and lonely lives.