A New World Found

The hand that taught me all I know,
The hand that gave me all I owe,

     The hand that soothed me as I cried,

              The voice that steered me, was my guide,

The eyes that looked and i would know,
The eyes that whispered yes or no,

The heart that was afraid for me,

           The heart that loved me, prayed for me,

Those hands, that voice, those eyes, that heart,
Where shall I look, where shall I start,

             Where will I find, where have they gone,

                                                        Oh! I am lost, I am forlorn,

In all my grief, the world does down,
The tears, endlessly tumbling down,

    My lashes wet, my eyes red rimmed,

      All life, all hope,all light has dimmed,

My world shattered, I'm lost forlorn,
The hand they wiped my tear has gone,

                                                        The pillow soaks and I'm asleep,

                                                        And in my dreams too, I do weep,

And then the hand does wipe my tears,
Gently brushing away my fears,

                                                        The voice it softly says to me,

                                                        "I am with you, I'll always be",

The eyes reproachfully do stare,
And whisper to me, I must care,

                                                        The heart that loves, it always lives,

                The heart that blesses, the heart that gives,

The grief is there and must be borne,
But I'm not lost. I'm not forlorn,

                                                         As I wake up my tears are dry,
                                                       "And flesh upon that inward eye",

The hand, the voice, the heart, the eyes,
Have gone, but memory never dies,

                                                         To live my life now I am bound,
                                                         An old world lost, a new world found.