THESE ARE THE ONES
Why do some people cry
way down deep inside,
in their lonely hearts,
in their restless minds?
In confusion they look to the "lords of the earth",
and "the blind lead the blind".
How they grope for a hand that will reach out in love,
just hoping there might be Someone above;
but their inner ear isn't tuned to hear
the gentle white Dove.
Father, these are the ones
You are longing to pick up and place in the palm of Your hand. Father, where are Your sons
that You're longing to send to the blind and the deaf of this land?
They need to know to Whom they should look,
to Whom they can go.
Why do some people laugh at whatever they hear,
pretend they've no cares, make believe they've no tears,
while behind every mask there are eyes filled with pain,
there are eyes filled with fear?
Let Your look melt their hearts in the fire of Your love.
Let them long to be made again through Your firm healing touch.
Your love sets them free, so at last they can see
Whom they've needed so much.
Father, these are the ones
You will call to make music ring out 'round the throne of Your Son.
Father, through all Your children
You add every day souls that join in the heavenly Song.
With notes strong and true, each heart learns the tune,
each life blends with You.
-Becky Rhon
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"...a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and in front of the Lamb." (Rev. 7:9)
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What a glorious future we have in our Lord!!
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