Kindness by Edgar Albert Guest |
"The Chain of Love" by Clay Walker |
One never knows
How far a word of kindness goes; One never sees How far a smile of friendship flees. Down, through the years, The deed forgotten reappears. One kindly word The souls of many here has stirred. Man goes his way And tells with every passing day, Until life's end: "Once unto me he played the friend." We cannot say What lips are praising us to-day. We cannot tell Whose prayers ask God to guard us well. But kindness lives Beyond the memory of him who gives. Kindness is a simple act that often goes unnoticed in our fast pace busy lives. People often don't realize how far something simple can go. But people remember kindness, even after the giver has forgotten. We need to remember to continue on with the "chain of love" and keep the circle of love spinning always. Both the poem and the song bear these themes. Both tell stories of a sort of way and people who have lived and been blessed by acts of kindness. Kindness is one of the most important and powerful forces in the whole entire world! |
He was driving home one evening,
In his beat up Pontiac When an old lady flagged him down, Her Mercedes had a flat He could see that she was frightened, Standing out there in the snow 'Til he said I'm here to help you ma'am, By the way my name is Joe She said I'm from St. Louis, And I'm only passing through I must have seen a hundred cars go by, This is awful nice of you When he changed the tire, And closed her trunk And was about to drive away, She said how much do I owe you Here's what he had to say You don't owe me a thing, I've been there too Someone once helped me out, Just the way I'm helping you If you really want to pay me back, Here's what you do Don't let the chain of love end with you Well a few miles down the road, The lady saw a small cafe She went in to grab a bite to eat, And then be on her way But she couldn't help but notice, How the waitress smiled so sweet And how she must've been eight months along, And dead on her feet And though she didn't know her story, And she probably never will When the waitress went to get her change, From a hundred dollar bill The lady slipped right out the door, And on a napkin left a note There were tears in the waitress's eyes, When she read what she wrote You don't owe me a thing, I've been there too Someone once helped me out, Just the way I'm helping you If you really want to pay me back, Here's what you do Don't let the chain of love end with you That night when she got home from work, The waitress climbed into bed She was thinkin' about the money, And what the lady's note had said As her husband lay there sleeping, She whispered soft and low Everything's gonna be alright, I love you, Joe |