Barefoot prints on a dusty mile
Children laugh at your easy smile
You pour water in a thirsty land
Healing ground with your open hand
Sun beats hard on the weathered plain
Dreams turn thin from the years of strain
Your soft voice plants a brighter seed
Teaching hearts how the lost succeed
Fields revive in a golden sweep
Harvest wakes from its long deep sleep
Happiness springs where the dry was ashen—
Hope reborns in the world that grows from your compassion