The Human Touch 

 

'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 o'er,

     And bread lasts only a day,

But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice

     Sing on in the soul always 

   

                              by Spencer Michael Free