Each thing I touch leaves fingerprints
The human eye can’t see.
My prints are all uniquely mine,
And my identity.
But I would like to leave heartprints
On those I touch today;
Heartprints of kindness and concern,
That point them to the way.
I want to find some souls in need,
And touch them tenderly,
While leaving heartprints of compassion
That the eye can’t see.
And may they feel the Savior’s love
In everything I do.
So in the heartprints that I leave,
That pure love will shine through.
Betty Jo lives in Garden Grove, California, with Rowland, her husband of over sixty years. She has three children, six grandchildren, and two great grandsons. She started writing poems as a child. Betty has two published books. Her poems have also been featured in books, newspapers, and other periodicals, as well as dozens of sites on the Internet. She was recently inducted into the Aviation Poetry Hall of Fame. She continues to write poems that come straight from her heart – poems which honor and reflect her love for the Lord. Her poems are also available on her personal Website, www.BettyJoMings.com