How can I help you to hear---
The throb of distant train,
The drone of hight-flying plane,
The sream of hot-rod and cycle,
The sounds of progress from steelmill and highway;
Oh, how can I help you to hear---
The cheerful chirp of crickets,
The love song of katydids,
The wind, the owl, the purr of a cat,
The bullfrog jubilee,
Birds singing, each his own song,
Not in competition,
But for pure joy of singing.
Listen, my Dear.
How can I help you to see---
The cold snow of winter,
The dry, cracked earth of summer,
The cloak of indifference,
A tear, a frwon, your balcony,
The filth of human carelessness;
Oh, how can I help you to see---
The seed that waits the spring,
The deep roots of the oad that reach to wells
within a thristy land,
Someone lonely, unhappy, needing to love,
and be loved.
See, beneath your balcony, the whole world
is a challenge.
Even a violet by the roadside, blooms victorious
Through a rusted tin can.
Look, my love.
How can I help you to remember---
The cold indifference of people,
The loose morals and worldliness,
The easy-come-easy-go life,
The mad race toward desctruction;
Oh, how can I help you to remember---
Our God, who has ruled, now rules,
And will forever rule this world.
A spark of love and conern still glows within the multitude.
A desire for a butter way is waiting to be shown The Way.
The challenge of tomorrow is before you
Beginning just beyond your doorstep.
Remember, my Child, this message from the apostle Paul;---
"Fix your thoughts on what is true and good and right.
Think on things that are pure and lovely,
And dwell on the fine, good things in others.
Think about all you can praise God for
And be glad about it."
Whatsoever things are true,
Whatsoever things are honest,
Whatsoever things are just,
Whatsoever things are pure,
Whatsoever things are of good report,
If there be any virtue, and if there be any praise,
Think on these things.