We pass each other every day
Without speaking a wordAnd we don’t know we’ve missed the sound
Of the words left unheard.
We live on different pathways,
And yet they intersect
More often than we notice or
Than we even suspect.
It’s not that we choose not to see
Those we pass by each day.
It’s that we’re always hurrying
To be along our way.
It may not make a difference
That you will ever see,
But sometimes just a passing smile
Can change the day for me.
2 Timothy 2:24
And the Lord’s servant must not be quarrelsome but must be kind to everyone, able to teach, not resentful.
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