Compassion by Robert W Service
A beggar in the street I saw,Who held a hand like withered claw,As cold as clay;But as I had no silver groatTo give, I buttoned up my coatAnd turned away.And then I watched a working wifeWho bore the bitter load of lifeWith lagging limb;A penny from her purse she took,And with sweet pity in her lookGave it to him.Anon I spied a shabby dameWho fed six sparrows as they cameIn famished flight;She was so poor and frail and old,Yet crumbs of her last crust she doledWith pure delight.Then sudden in my heart was bornFor my sleek self a savage scorn,--Urge to atone;So when a starving cur I sawI bandaged up its bleeding pawAnd bought a bone.For God knows it is good to give;We may not have so long to live,So if we can,Let's do each day a kindly deed,And stretch a hand to those in need,Bird, beast or man.
4th Sunday C - Fr. Scott Hastings (Audio)
Illustration - Chasing Butterflies
Illustration - God's Compassion