An Evening Hope and a Morning Prayer

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. -Viney Endicott