My hand is stained My heart is tainted With disloyalty, my life i have painted My love for righteousness has fainted Upon my life, iniquities shone his derision glee
It’s not often the word or deeds
It’s not the gift or talk
Being there shows what’s need
As that becomes a remembered haven
How can we understand the comfort?
A touch and crying together says all
How so much we bring forth
Being a shoulder to lean on
SELFISH ME (Heb 13 v 1-3)
I give myself to the world freely
All I know and do for free
I find my comfort in helping all
But who buys my bubbling calls?