Small Things, written by Richard Monckton Milnes
A sense of an earnest will, to help the lowly living, and a terrible heart-thrill, if you
have no power of giving, an arm of aid to the weak, a friendly hand to the friendless
kind words, so short to speak, but whose echo is endless, the world is wide these things
are small, they may be nothing, but they are all. Something You Can Do, written by Everett Wentworth Hill
There must be something you can do, to ease the burden of the day, for someone who has
lost his faith, in self, and cannot find his way. One little deed, one thought, one act, will bring reward to you when aid, is given to
someone who strays, along life's path, alone, afraid. You might have been that one who lost, his faith, and failed to understand, and needed
friends to urge you on. Think well, then offer him your hand
Lend a Hand, written by poet, Catherine Pulsifer. In a world where we lend a hand, a place where we lift up, not demand, our hearts are open
our eyes keen to see, the beauty in giving, the joy it can be
No race to the finish, no need to compete, just kindness and generosity as treats, for
we all rise together, in this wonderful state. Be Always Giving, by an unknown poet
The sun gives ever, so the earth, what it can give so much tis worth, the ocean gives
in many ways, gives baths, gives fishes, rivers, ways, so, too, the air, it gives us breath
When it stops giving, comes in death. Give, give, be always giving, who gives not is not living, the more you give, the more
you live. Our Joy, written by poet, Catherine Pulsifer. Helping others reach their dreams is our joy, it's a special power that we must employ
For lending a hand up can do magic you see, glittering our tomorrows with possibility
We must never doubt this path we have taken, when helping others there's so much we're hearkening
Our lives are linked both high and low, so let us link them all with grace so they may grow
The House by the Side of the Road, written by poet, Sam Walter Foss
Let me live in a house by the side of the road, where the race of men go by, the men
who are good and the men who are bad, as good and as bad as I
I would not sit in the scorner's seat, or hurl the cynic's ban, let me live in a house
by the side of the road, and be a friend to man
Thank you for joining us in the uplifting spirit of compassion. May your days be filled with the warmth of kindness, and may you always find the courage
to extend a helping hand to those in need