Classic Poem

Only a word, a friendly word,
Tender and kind and true;
A fainting heart drank in the word,
As flowers absorb the dew.

Only a word, a faithful word,
Feet that had gone astray
Were pointed from the trend of death
Unto the narrow way.

A tender, loving, earnest word,
Sown mid prayers and tears
May bloom in time and fruitage
Throughout eternal years