Wherever we go,
Whatever we touch,
We leave a telltale sign.
On walls, on tables, on doorknobs,
Smudges that we all leave behind.
My parents, my child,
My friends and You, Lord
Have taught me
Of another kind of touch,
Of Heartprints, that's the kind,
That mean so very much.
As I go through my day today,
I will do my best to remember,
That if I see a good thing,
That's what I need to say
And if the thought comes to me,
I need to share it.
And leave Heartprints
Not smudges,
wherever I go...
Oh Lord, give me the grace to share
My touch with all I see,
That they may come to feel
Your hand, touching them,
Through me.
And at the end of the day,
If just one person should feel
In some small, tiny way,
Touched by love, or kindness,
May they be moved
to share that Heartprint,
And spread Your touch
With everything they say.
May my heart touch
My neighbors, with a smile,
An angry, hurting child, with peacefulness,
A stranger, with unexpected warmth,
And my dear friends, with love that knows
No bounds.