Pass It On
by Rosie McMahan


I long to be a blessing
And sow a kindly seed
But often on my journey
I find myself in need.

Tears and trouble gather
Across my heart they sweep,
It’s hard to comfort others
When all I do is weep.

It’s then the Saviour helps me
He walks with me awhile,
Wipes the tears from weary eyes
And gives me back my smile.

He doesn’t charge a fortune
Instead when fears have flown,
I hear Him saying gently
“Just pass my kindness on.”