Army Mom’s Safe Haven

SPENDER MICHAEL FREE

THE HUMAN TOUCH

'Tis the human touch in the world that counts,
the touch of your hand and mine -
which means much more to the fainting heart
than shelter and bread and wine;
for shelter is gone when the night is o'er
and bread last only a day -
but the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice
sing on in the soul always.

Written by Spender Michael Free