Classic Poem

God let me find the lonely ones
—Among the throng today
And let me say the word to take
—The loneliness away:
So many walk with aching hearts
—Along the old highway.

So many walk with breaking hearts,
—And no one understands;
They find the roadway rough and steep
—Across the barren lands;
God help me lighten weary eyes,
—And strengthen nerveless hands.

God help me brighten dreary eyes,
—And let my own grief be
A sure reminder of the grief
—Of those who walk with me.
When words fail—hands fail—let me go
—In silent sympathy.

God let me find the lonely ones
—Among the throng today
And let me say the word to take
—The loneliness away:
So many walk with aching hearts
—Along the old highway.

So many walk with breaking hearts,
—And no one understands;
They find the roadway rough and steep
—Across the barren lands;
God help me lighten weary eyes,
—And strengthen nerveless hands.

God help me brighten dreary eyes,
—And let my own grief be
A sure reminder of the grief
—Of those who walk with me.
When words fail—hands fail—let me go
—In silent sympathy.