Does Your heart bleed at the sight of the lonely?
When someone has given up on life, do you feel the sigh as they breath their last?
Are Your nights sleepless with the questions of the things done in the past?
Do You feel the hurt of the homeless, the pain of those mentally disturbed?
Is the cure of all of the ills of this ungrateful world hidden in Your hands?
Can You love every boy and every girl?
Do You really, really, really love this wretched me?
Then why can not I feel Your touch?
Why can not I fell Your presence in this darkness that I am?
Or am I numbered with the damned?
Do you have the grace to save an unbelieving soul?
Is Your mercy spent by the foolishness of all my sin?
Would You die for me to prove the very depth of Your love?
Could You raise from the grave to confront my unbelief?
Are You my comfort in the midst of life's storms, my shelter, my sanctuary, my place to hide from this cursed life?
Ca I run to You no matter what I face?
Or does it put a strain upon Your grace?
Does it take more to love me than my sisters and my brothers?
If I can not love myself, how can I love others?
And how can You really , really, really love a wretch like me... when I am unworthy of Your touch?
Or Your presence in this darkness that I am...
Guess I should be numbered with the damned!
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Does your heart grieve at the thought of your own failures?
When your best is not good enough, do you simply lay down in defeat?
Do you not know that these things you always remember I forgot?
Why are your nights spent in regret, and tears soak your pillow?
Do you not trust that the future is in My strong right hand?
Do you not trust me with the little things, as well as the things you could never understand?
Yes! I really, really, really love, this blessed one, you.
I have touche dyous o often you have become unaware of My presence.
Come out of your darkness and meet who I AM for you were never numbered with the damned!
Stephen W. Fortune
10/11/1998
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