The Gentle Touch
By Pearl Wantland Mayar.
The potter takes a lump of shapeless clay:
With skillful fingers and with practiced eyes,
He molds a thing of beauty and of worth
And smiles with satisfaction as it dries.
The artist blends his colors magically
To capture the elusive rainbow's hue,
To picture sunsets, mountains, trees, and sea
And feels his dreams of fame will all come true.
The singer's voice has power to thrill the soul,
To stir the heart to sadness and to tears,
With lullabies and hymns or dancing tunes--
With harmonies that linger through the years.
A mother takes a child with open mind
And guides, directs, and leads him through the strife
Of childhood, adolescence, youth, and love--
Her standards and ideals, his goal through life.
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Jesus loves me, this I know . . .