They look at me with questioning eyes
which cry out for one to empathize.
We’re taught not to touch in the wrong way
but there’s a way to touch with words we say
and actions which serve their deepest need
actions which will their spirit feed.
What they need is already given
and touches them in the midst of livin’
as persons who both give and receive
a life based on what they believe.
Questioning eyes when answers are found
to be like glistening manna on the ground.
Where are these eyes that I now see?
Folks in churches God shared with me.
Who listened to sermons I would preach
and held out hands for me to reach.
I prayed for them, they prayed for me
These are the eyes that I can see.