Sometimes the wind may be so strong
Though it makes no difference here;
For while the children are playing,
Their hearts are filled with cheer.

Some lay down or sit upon the ground
While others climb heights so high;
And one comes through with her walker,
From whom you never hear a sigh.

Awhile ago, one cried many tears
When she was hit by a little boy;
And now those tears are changed
Into yells of laughter and joy.

I guess, sometimes, we think our life
Serves no purpose, being as such;
But when we look around for awhile
We will see "Our Master's Touch".

Written by: Sister Mary Story May, 1972