"She lives alone" I heard him say,
Who sadly cast a glance my way,
"It must be hard, when day is done,
To set the table just for one.
What does she do when twilight falls,
All alone within those walls?
It is a shame she's missing out,
On what the world is all about."
I paused a moment in surprise,
Then turned and gazed into his eyes,
And felt a pang of sympathy,
For those who LOOK but do not SEE.
Within each soul God puts a spark,
Of purest hope that lights the dark.
And in each life however small,
The faith to muddle through it all.
Within each heart He does abide,
However forms and features hide.
The patient strength His hands bestow,
Upon us mortals here below.
Who lives alone should never be,
The object of one's sympathy,
For moments worth their weight in gold,
Are often ours to have and hold.
To reach the door and turn the key,
And know He's waiting there for me.
With time for thought and time for prayer,
How light the burdens that I bear.
And though I set a place for one,
He's with me till the meal is done,
And evermore and constantly,
I have the Lord for company.
Written By: Grace E. Easley
