THE PLACE WHERE KINDNESS LIVES

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The place where kindness lives is not so very far away

You’ll stumble quite by chance upon its presence one sweet day

As if it were a dream, a gift, a treasure chest of gold

You’ll walk into the depths and breadth of kindness unfortold

Some fortunate among us knew its essence long ago…

Childhood memories whisper warmth’s sweet breeze as we grow old

Yet others of us wait till quite by happenstance it seems

The place where kindness lives, at last no longer crowds our dreams

At last we taste its sweet, sweet peace and breathe its fragrance new

And bask in fields of daisies _sunshine bright and daybreak’s dew

And so we find the place where kindness lives not far away

Around our bend and up the street

A home where minds content retreat

A dwelling place where warm hearts meet

… This place where kindness lives

 

© October,  2012,  Carole Castagna


Dear Father,  

Help me to minister to  your people with your passion, compassion, love and grace.  Let me seek the lost and find them, reach out to them and touch them with your love, for Your honor and Your glory.

In Jesus’ Name, Amen.