Read this today...loved it... “The woman was old and ragged and gray And bent with the chill of the Winter’s day. The street was wet with a recent snow, And the woman’s feet were aged and slow. She stood at the crossing and waited long, Alone, uncared for, amid the throng Of human beings who passed her by Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye. “Down the street, with laughter and shout, Glad in the freedom of ‘school let out,’ Came the boys like a flock of sheep, Hailing the snow piled white and deep. … [One] paused beside her and whispered low, ‘I’ll help you cross, if you wish to go? … ‘She’s somebody’s mother, boys, you know, For all she’s aged and poor and slow. “‘And I hope some fellow will lend a hand To help my mother, you understand, If ever she’s poor and old and gray, When her own dear boy is far away.’ And ‘somebody’s mother’ bowed low her head In her home that night, and the prayer she said Was, ‘God be kind to the noble boy, Who is somebody’s son, and pride and joy.’” What was the message of the Master? “Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these … ye have done it unto me.” (Matt. 25:40.) (1971 April General Conference, Lost Battalions, Tuesday Morning Session - Thomas S. Monson)
Posted on: Sun, 30 Jun 2013 04:59:09 +0000
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