A Tribute

-To Visiting Teaching-

(author unknown)
 

I'm just a visiting teacher, I heard a sister say
But oh, how golden was the key that she had used today.
It has opened doors of comfort and doors of hopefulness
For lonely hearts and troubled minds and brought them happiness.

A sweetly worded message she had humbly left inside
And every home she visited seemed sweetly purified.
No idle words of gossip, no ugly thought was left to scar.
No wonder God was pleased, as He watched her from afar.

So she is "Just a visiting Teacher" how little does she know
How valuable how welcome her monthly visits grow,
As she turns the key of service that fits in every lock
Of every precious sister whom she visits on her block.