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| Meeting Angels Unaware |
| On life's busy thouroughfare, We meet with angels unaware, But we are too busy to see or hear, Too busy to sense that God is near, Too Busy to stop and recognize That grief that lies in another's eyes, Too busy to sympathize or care, Too busy to do the good things we should, Telling ourselves we would if we could, But life is too swift and the pace is too great, And we dare not pause for we might be late For our next appointment which means so much We are willing to brush off the Saviour's touch, And we tell ourselves there will come a day, We will have more time to pause on our way, But before we know it life's sun has set, And we've passed the Saviour, but never met, For hurrying along life's thoroughfare, We passed Him by and remained unaware That within the very sight of our eye, Unnoticed, the Son of God passed by. Helen Steiner Rice |
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| Midi: Fading Like A Flower |