Look in their faces
A person, a story
Crafted by their Creator
To give Him glory
With Stomachs that hunger
Cuts that bleed, and
Tears that fall
They’re not different from me
But for a language & skin color
Our hearts are the same
Hopeless without a Saviour to save
I sit back & relax in my cold office chair
The faces I don’t see
Make no reason to care
I scoff with my actions and
Hoard my small wealth
Basking in successes
I’ve made for myself
But their faces they catch me and
Lure my mind in
To tell me the stories
That lie behind them.
They’re hurt, they’re lonely
They’re happiness fake
With no real joys to laugh at
And their façade breaks
I know, I’ve felt it
And been there in a way
But regardless of the kind
The same hope remains
I sit in the sin
That was conquered for me
And ignore their faces
disobediently
Disregarding the blood
Spilt for their sin
And the Saviour that calls me
To go and love them
Disobedient feet
Go, and serve
Stubborn heart
Love the Lord
Walk in the power
Provided in Christ
Power to obey
And lay down my life
How will they call on Him
In whom they have not believed?
Oh Father, forgive me.
May the Lamb that was slain
Receive the glory due his name.
