J.M.J.

A HELPING HAND

I HAD NO SILVER, NOR HAD I GOLD;

I WAS HUNGRY, AND I WAS COLD.

I HAD NO SHELTER—I HAD NO HOME;

I HAD NO FRIENDS—I WAS ALONE.

YOU CAME AND YOU HELD OUT YOUR HAND;

MY BURDENS YOU DID UNDERSTAND.

YOU DID NOT EVEN KNOW MY NAME,

AND YET YOU LOVED ME JUST THE SAME.

YOU THOUGHT YOU HAD SEEN ME BEFORE,

BUT YOU ONLY KNOW THE CLOTHES I WORE.

I THANKED YOU AND WENT ON MY WAY

WHILE YOU BOTH DROVE TO CHURCH TO PRAY.

AT MASS I THANKED YOU BOTH AGAIN;

FOR WHAT YOU GAVE, MUCH MORE YOU’LL GAIN.

THE CLOTHES I WORE WERE STILL THE SAME,

BUT THIS TIME YOU DID KNOW MY NAME.

IT MATTERS NOT WHAT CLOTHES I WEAR

BUT ONLY THAT YOU ARE AWARE

THAT I AM IN EACH ONE YOU SEE,

AND WHAT YOU DO FOR THEM, YOU DO FOR ME.

“THY WILL BE DONE”

3-18-1996 

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(ON THE WAY TO CHURCH, WE SAW A HOMELESS MAN, WHOM WE HAD SEEN MANY TIMES BEFORE.  THIS TIME WE STOPPED AND GAVE HIM SOME MONEY.  WE DIDN’T HAVE MUCH, BUT THE EXPRESSION OF GRATITUDE AND JOY DISPLAYED BY THE HOMELESS MAN WAS AS IF WE HAD GIVEN HIM A MILLION DOLLARS.)