Caring for the Lost from Ruth Thompson's blog

                                  “RENEWED”

Many faces go walking by; can you hear the passers’ cry?

Down the lonely road of life

Countless thousands are filled with strife.

What is Joy?  They cannot tell, but must we only wish them well?

As they walk their crooked way,

Do they know what it means to pray?

Questions like these race in the minds… Minds of people who don’t have time,

So let’s descend to hell’s yawning gate,

And hear the cries of those who wait.

Many faces do I recognize, but why are they there?   I ask in surprise,

Because of people who do not care..

To carry the gospel to the despondent and bare..

Many faces so wretched and cold…  I dare not reach for the hell bounder’s soul,

Then let us evacuate to another location,

If you won’t tell of God’s salvation, what you would do if He had not bore….

Bore all your sin, sorrow, and pain?

God would only have you to blame.

I see your point; I reply in disgrace, I guess my priorities were all misplaced.

Hey!  There goes a soul… Sir, stop if you can,

I must tell you of a gracious plan.

By David Halett