The Helper

Where there is pain to ease and tears to dry,
When a frail voice rises in pitying cry
When there is no other coming by
You will find the helper there.

Where the blazing sun brings out the soil
Of sweaty labour and lengthy toil
When the task grows huge and threatens to foil
You will find the helper there.

Where creativity grows and blooms,
And laughter fills the meeting rooms
Where a shout of common purpose booms
You will find the helper there.

Where a hand is held to quell a fear
And a reassuring voice falls on an ear
You will find the helper always near,
The helper called a volunteer.