Her Life Matters, too.

 

 

Stare out the window

Out upon the busy street.

Cars stopping at red lights

Than slowly moving on.

Young ladies walk and chat.

Music ringing within the coffee shop.

Muffled conversation from nearby.

There's a park across the street

With laughing, running, playing children.

Lady asks for money once again.

Bikers everywhere and busses too.

 

These are some of the sights

That cross my eyes.

City life.

 

Lives that matter

Walking quietly by.

How often do I remember

That each life is uniquely created

And each is born with a soul like me?

 

God created that beggar woman

Just as much as he created me.

Why should my life be

More important than hers?

Its not.

 

God created her

And God created me.

God cares about her

So I should care about her, too.

But I turn and avert my gaze

And try to ignore her pleading eyes.

 

Every soul that walks the street.

God created each.

So why do I pass them

As if they don't exist.

 

Blood was shed for me

Precious blood spilt upon the cross.

Pain, agony, rejection.

Redemption cost.

The greatest story ever told.

The perfect gift, amazing grace.

Why hide this glorious truth

From these lost and lonely souls?

 

Wandering the busy streets

Or staring out the window.

Trying to figure out my purpose in life.

There's a purpose right in front of me

Because lost souls stand

A couple steps away.

 

So, Father, please break my heart

For all these broken souls.

Cause my heart to weep

For every lonely heart.

This city is full of darkness,

But I walk in light.

 

I've become blinded

To the darkened streets.

My hearts gone cold and stony still

To the hurting souls all around.

 

There is little passion

Within my soul

For the broken souls

 out in the world.

Revive me, God, I pray.

Start a burning flame within my heart.

Rekindle love within

So I can love again.

 

Make my heart

To beat with love

So I can love like you.