Empty, lost and hopeless, in a world of fear,
People wander aimlessly with none to care.
Crying out for someone who will hear their deepest cry,
In the darkness, in their blindness,
Knowing not that for them You died.
Lord, to be Your messenger, this I ask of Thee,
Not to speak words of eloquence
but to touch the heart that’s in need.
Lifting up the fallen ones with the love of Calvary
To every soul and every wounded heart,
May I be Your hands and feet.
To walk alongside the lonely,
To help the feeble to stand,
To bind up the wounds of the broken,
And touch with Your loving hand.
Lord, to be Your messenger, this I ask of Thee,
Not to speak words of eloquence
But to touch the heart that’s in need.
Lifting up the fallen ones with the love of Calvary
To every soul and every wounded heart,
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