So many souls,
Don't feel Your touch, unaware
They don't know who they are,
They don't know that You care.
They don't realize that Love is waiting for them
They are looking but don't see Your hand.
I have a gift Lord, You've given to me.
Through it You could make blind eyes to see.
I do my best, to reach out to everyone.
But what if I bring only one.
Will You still say to me, "Well done!"
You say to me, calm your heart my son.
It may appear that you have touched only one.
But the Spirit moves in ways you can not know.
By touching one it leads to two and then it grows.
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So many hearts.
Feeling so cold, in dispair.
Feel such emptiness there.
They don't know that you care.
They don't realize the warmth that's waiting for them.
If they open and let You come in.
You have a gift son, that was given by me.
Through it I am making blind eyes to see.
You do your best, to reach out to everyone.
And then, if you bring, only one.
I will still say to you, "Well done!"
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