TOUCH ANY HOME -- IT BLEEDS

Some people seem to be so blessed.
Of earthly things, they own the best.
They seem a shade above the rest.
  But when you touch their home – it bleeds.

And some folks have a lot of pride.
But you don’t know the pain they hide,
Or all the hurt they feel inside.
 And if you touch their home – it bleeds.

Some paste a smile upon their face,
And you admire their charm and grace.
But they have guilt they can’t erase.
   And when you touch their home – it bleeds.

No matter what a man is worth;
Despite great fame, or noble birth,
For everyone who lives on earth,
    When you but touch his home – it bleeds.

That’s why we need our Savior’s care,
To heal our sorrows and despair;
A loving Friend Who’s always there,
 For times our home is touched – and bleeds.

by Betty Jo Mings
© 2005

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