Each thing I touch leaves fingerprints
The human eye can’t see.
My prints are all uniquely mine,
And my identity.

But I would like to leave heartprints
On those I touch today;
Heartprints of kindness and concern,
That point them to the way.

I want to find some souls in need,
And touch them tenderly,
While leaving heartprints of compassion
That the eye can’t see.

And may they feel the Savior’s love
In everything I do.
So in the heartprints that I leave,
That pure love will shine through.


© Betty Jo Mings
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