Thursday, August 24, 2017

Heart Smith

He works with hearts as hard as steel
And hearts as cold as stone
And hearts that don’t think He is real
And feel sad and alone

He works with hands nail-scarred and kind
With love that will not cease
He turns the heart of rebel pride
Into a Master Peace

© Janet Martin

1 comment:

Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!