Two Mothers #277623

The heart’s an open inn, And from the four winds fare Vagrants blind with care, Waifs that limp with sin; Ghosts of what has been, Wraiths of what may be: But one shall bring the sacred gift— And which is he? And with their wounds of care And with their scars of sin, All these shall enter in To find a welcome there; And he who gives with prayer Shall be the richer host; For surely unto him shall come The Holy Ghost.