In every face there is a door
Through which a thousand words, or more,
Go rushing every day,
While you’re at work or play.
If kindly ones would come tiptoe,
Throw wide the door; they’re needed so.
But when cross words would scramble out,
And take with them a frown and pout,
Then quickly turn the key,
And very quiet be.
Memory Verse “I CAME NOT TO CALL THE RIGHOUS, BUT SINNERS TO REPENTANCE. Mark 2:17.
ML-01/31/1971