As Sabath days come around I like to record little inspirations. Today we sang this wonderful song entitled "A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief". It is a song with lyrics that will touch you to the core.
"A poor Wayfaring man of grief hath often crossed me on my way, Who sued so humbly for relief That I could never answer nay. I had not pow'r to ask his name, Where to he went, or whence he came; Yet there was something in his eye That won my love; I knew not why"
How often have you passed those who, usually on the side of the road, are humbly asking for relief?
"Once when my scanty meal was spread, He entered; not a word he spake, Just perishing for want of bread. I gave him all; he blessed it, brake, and ate, but gave me part again. Mine was an angel's portion then, For while I fed with eager haste, The crust was manna to my taste."
No matter what religion you believe I know that when we love others more than ourselves and give what we can to those in need our Heavenly Father will fill our soul and heart with what we truly need. We have had a few beautiful instances where those we helped blessed our lives more than we ever helped them. Clarence was an angel for our family.
I hope as we go forward this day that we look upon others as Christ would look upon them. With love, compassion and service. Because in the end drawing nearer to our savior is the most important work we have in this life.