Whatever our hands touch,
We leave fingerprints...
On walls, on furniture
On doorknobs, dishes, books
As we touch we leave our identity.

Oh please, where ever I go today
Help me leave heart prints.
Heart prints of compassion,
Of understanding and love.
Heart prints of kindness
and genuine concern.

May my heart touch a lonely neighbor
Or a runaway daughter,
Or an anxious mother
Or, perhaps, a dear friend.

I shall go out today
To leave heart prints.
And if someone should say
I felt your touch...
May that one sense be
YOUR Love.

Author Unknown