by Grace Noll Crowell
God let me find the lonely ones
Among the throng today,
And let me say the word to take
The loneliness away.
So many walk with aching hearts
Along the old highway.
So many walk with breaking hearts
And no one understands;
They find the roadway rough and steep
Across the barren lands.
God help me lighten weary eyes
And strengthen nerveless hands.
God help me brighten dreary eyes,
And let my own grief be
A sure reminder of the grief
Of those who walk with me.
When words fail, hands fail, let me go
In silent sympathy.