My Window

My Window Stood Stark and Bare
Untrimmed and in Need of Repair
The Thing it Needed Most
Cost Money and None Was There

I Had Scrap Lumber and Pieces
But Not Any I Thought Would Do
Of Course, I Did Not Understand
I Had the Wrong Point of View

Then When I Had Decided
That Not Even Curtains Meant Much
I Was Shown How Love and Caring
Can Overcome Things That Are Tough

I Had Given up on My Window
All Hope Gone for it to Be Nice
When Love and Care Came along
And of Hope, I Was Offered a Slice

The Scraps and Pieces of Lumber
Became the Most Beautiful Trim
Now My Window Is Bright and Shining
And I Was Amazed in the End

When Someone Came along
And Kindly Offered to Help Me
Just Using His Caring Hands
Restored Some Things I Forgot to See

Now I Gaze upon My Window 
And at Last I Understand
The Power of Love and Caring
In the Form of a Helping Hand


By 
Connie Moore
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