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25-07-2006, 12:20 AM
A Hearts Love
By: Kathleen Bracher
People hustling, bustling everywhere.
Off to their own places, seemingly without a care.
Yet as I stand here gazing,
My heart is appraising
The truth in their eyes.
They are alone.
They are forgotten.
Did they ever hear Your cry?
Jesus, who will stop them?
Who will help their falling lives?
Those souls at Hell's door appear
Yet who for them sheds a tear?
Did not the Savior say,
"Have compassion on the multitude on this redemption day?"
Slowly I turn,
Just a time, a place to learn.
That my mission is vital.
My task great.
By: Kathleen Bracher
People hustling, bustling everywhere.
Off to their own places, seemingly without a care.
Yet as I stand here gazing,
My heart is appraising
The truth in their eyes.
They are alone.
They are forgotten.
Did they ever hear Your cry?
Jesus, who will stop them?
Who will help their falling lives?
Those souls at Hell's door appear
Yet who for them sheds a tear?
Did not the Savior say,
"Have compassion on the multitude on this redemption day?"
Slowly I turn,
Just a time, a place to learn.
That my mission is vital.
My task great.