THE MYSTIC HAND OF LOVE

She cried for help in her ways
But no one turned an ear,
As she groped the walls of darkness
All alone and full of fear.

So she huddled in a corner
Too afraid to make a sound,
When terror seemed to grip her soul
From silence so profound.

Then all at once a mystic hand
Reached out and touched her face,
Sending shivers down her spine
Restoring her to faith.

She no longer gropes in darkness
For a twinkle's in her eye,
Put there by Love's great love for her
Whose love she can't deny.