Somethings can touch you deep inside
Can make you want to cry,
Emotions that you can’t describe
No matter how hard you try,
The touch of a tiny baby’s hand
The fragrance of a flower,
The simplicity of a grain of sand
Or the significance of an hour,
To see the twinkling stars at night
Or taste the fresh homemade pie,
Who needs to question how or when
Who needs to know where or why?
To hear the angelus ring at six
To know that evening is nigh,
We know there’s got to be
Somebody bigger than you and I.
Amelia Wire Holmes Aaron
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