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Here is one of my favorite poems. It is by a Christian author who lived in the early 1900's. It is a gentle reminder to not leave any kind deed undone. I am so guilty of this, though I wish that I did not procrastinate so much. Send that card, make that phone call, bake that cake, make that visit, and let others know that you are praying for them and thinking of them! Minister to those hurting, discouraged, and lonely people that God sends into your life. One day you may be the one that someone will be reaching out to.
Galatians 6: 9And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not. 10As we have therefore opportunity, let us do good unto all men, especially unto them who are of the household of faith.
The Sin of Omission
by: Margaret E. Sangster
It isn't the thing you do, dear,
It’s the thing you leave undone
That gives you a bit of a heartache
At setting of the sun.
The tender work forgotten,
The letter you did not write,
The flowers you did not send, dear,
Are your haunting ghosts at night.
The stone you might have lifted
Out of a brother's way;
The bit of heartsome counsel
You were hurried too much to say;
The loving touch of the hand, dear,
The gentle, winning tone
Which you had no time nor thought for
With troubles enough of your own.
Those little acts of kindness
So easily out of mind,
Those chances to be angels
Which we poor mortals find~
They come in night and silence,
Each sad, reproachful wraith,
When hope is faint and flagging,
And a chill has fallen on faith.
For life is all too short, dear,
And sorrow is all too great,
To suffer our slow compassion
That tarries until too late:
And it isn't the thing you do, dear,
It's the thing you leave undone
Which gives you a bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun.
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