I wish that I could give the world His love,Not a system of belief,But the Man Himself.For I am cradled in his kindness.My home is in His heart-And though I wander O’er the earthMy pillow a stone,My shelter rain,I am at homeIn Him.It makes me think of thoseWho have no homeIn the love Of One.It makes me want to wrap them upIn the harbor of my heart,To clothe them with acceptance,Peace, truth, and kindness,And to free them, Like birdsTo the belief that they are loved,How is it done, I wonder,When I, myself, Am yet like sparrows?It seems so little to love.And yet it, so often, has been The only thing I had to give.

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