Tag: caring

Call on the Lord

by Lucy M. Young

When you feel all alone with no one to care,
Reach out to the Lord - He will always be there.
He's as far away as the most distant star,
Yet as close as a whisper, wherever you are.

Put your trust in Him, put your life in His hands -
He's the only one who understands.
If you call to Him with a sincere heart,
He will come to you and He'll never depart.

You can always depend on His loving care
To hold you and shield you from pain and despair;
So if you will call, let your need be known,
You will never again feel all alone.



photo by Lukasz Szmigiell on Unsplash

A Prayer for the New Year

by Lucy M. Young

Dear Lord, help us keep Christmas in our hearts
All through this fresh new year,
And show us how to do our part
To bring an end to famine, war and pestilence.
Help us all, each in his own way,
To share whatever we may have to give -
Our love, a helping hand, a cheerful smile,
A cup of tea, a hug, a phone call to a lonely neighbor,
A cookie or an apple to a little child.

Lead us, Lord, that we may be your true disciples
In our homes, our neighborhood, our country;
Living your Word, sharing your love wherever we may go;
Extending the hand of brotherhood to every race and creed.
Let peace and harmony, good will and hope,
Go out from our small corner
To spread throughout a saddened suffering world.



photo by Robin Noguier on Unsplash

My Father’s Hands by Lucy M. Young

Gnarled and twisted with arthritis, Scarred and roughened by hard labor on the farm, Gentle hands God meant for healing broken bodies, Steady, careful hands for surgery.

Circumstances forced my father to renounce his calling And the talent in those hands was sacrificed; But they never lost their magic. They could calm a fevered, restless child with their soothing touch.

They could heal a horse’s harness gall Or a little child’s stubbed toe. They could carve and whittle clever toys, Build sturdy furniture for our home, Or a dainty doll’s bed for a little girl.

My memories of my father are wrapped up in his hands, Inarticulate and shy, he let his hands speak for him – Those gentle, patient, work-worn hands, Showing all the love he was unable to express in any other way.