Towards Sunday… a blessing

Be ye our angel unawares
If after Kirk ye bide a wee,
There’s some would like to speak to ye,
If after Kirk ye rise and flee
We’ all seem cauld and still to ye.
The one that’s in the seat with ye
Is stranger here than ye, maybe.
All here have got their fears and cares,
Add ye your soul unto our prayers,
Be ye our angel unawares.

(Scottish Blessing from this site)

Perhaps this Sunday you will be “our angel unawares” for someone who needs a kind word or the hand of friendship.