HEARTPRINTS

Each thing I touch leaves fingerprints 
The human eye can’t see.
My prints are all uniquely mine, 
And my identity.

But I would like to leave heartprints 
On those I touch today;
Heartprints of kindness and concern, 
That point them to the way.

I want to find some souls in need, 
And touch them tenderly,
While leaving heartprints of compassion 
That the eye can’t see.

And may they feel the Savior’s love 
In everything I do.
So in the heartprints that I leave, 
That pure love will shine through.

By Betty Jo Mings