How comfortable are you in your home?
Only you know what it feels like not to be alone,or
Making the best one can, not being on the streets
Ever loving the comfort, of life being sweet.
The Master is calling
For you and you,
The harvest is ripe, but
The laborers are few.
Pansies or roses, What's my choice?
My preference would be to hear your voice.
Soft and gentle, As a baby's skin.