If only we could know
What thoughts run through the mind
Of those with whom we dwell,
What mysteries we'd findA brother or a friend
May stand beside us here,
But we might never guess
What to his heart is dearWe may, unconsciously,
Deprive ourselves of much
That we from him might gain
By just a loving touchHis yearning for a friend,
To whom he'd open his heart,
Might well be satisfied
If we this veil could partGod grant that we might see
Beyond the outward shell
Of those, with whom we could
In spirit also dwell
By Edythe Danielson
As I walk the path of life
Filled with its twists and turns
I have seen Christ step in
And send His love and mercyOh yes, He feels our hurts and cries
He reaches out and comforts
And also in our darkest hour
He sends us special peopleSpecial people who lighten the load
They come when we least expect
Special people who come with His love
He always places them there
By Dee
December 22, 1994Note: The last poem was read by C. C. Whittington on his radio program, Hymns and Gospel Songs for All Churches.
