Footsteps

Just a word, a smile, a handclasp, Little though it seem to be,May be just the act that's needful, One to lead, dear Lord, to Thee. Love masks not in cold avoidance,Love is gentle, tender, true. Only as we love, we're hearingWhat it is Thou'lt have us do!

Do we seem to suffer heartache? Do we seem to stand alone?Does the way seem long and dreary? None but we can e’er atone.Only as we cease to murmur O’er the problem great or small;Only then we’re really doing; Only then we’ve heard Love’s call!

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