He held out his hand.

I could tell he needed help;

But he was dirty.

My response was slow.

Why should I get involved now;

Let someone else help.

The Master called me,

“Remember I died for you,

And for this man too!”

Then I took his hand,

And ministered to his need;

While my heart rejoiced.

Thank you, my savior,

You moved my heart to action.

Now we both feel loved.

–by Chaplain Don, 1981