'Tis the human touch
in this world that counts,
The touch of your hand and mine,
Which means far more
to the fainting heart
Than shelter and bread and wine;
For shelter is gone
when the night is over
And bread lasts only a day,
But the touch of the hand
and the sound of the voice
Sing on in the soul always.
~ Spencer Michael Free
in this world that counts,
The touch of your hand and mine,
Which means far more
to the fainting heart
Than shelter and bread and wine;
For shelter is gone
when the night is over
And bread lasts only a day,
But the touch of the hand
and the sound of the voice
Sing on in the soul always.
~ Spencer Michael Free
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