Do you hear their cries?
They're suffering in the middle of the night.
She taunts the body she lives in, and is tempted by sin when she gives in.
He cuts his skin to release the pain within.
They're hurting inside, and hide behind their pride.
They're hungry for the truth, but full of despair.
If their were a God, why would He care?
They listen to the lies, as their hope slowly dies.
How could one man's blood, wash away all their sins,
Save them from who they are, and who they've been?
They find you, but choose not to seek you.
They hear you, but choose not to listen.
They're afraid to accept what they want to believe,
The love and renewal they will receive.
Open their eyes, and make them see,
Who You are, and what they can be.
Let it be known You're coming again,
to take back the one's who chose to repent.
Until that day may they find their way,
to Your loving arms, and a brighter day.
May they seek Your face in all their suffering,
and embrace the love that You will bring.
Amen
I wrote this after encountering so many hurting people; it's a prayer I recite in hopes the lost will be saved, and love will be found. I've been given this love from a Savior I adore, it would be a shame if I kept it all to myself.
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