Respond

God,
I see your tears,
falling on this place.
As you cry over the hurt of your children
who chase after everything but you.
I can feel the pain in your heart which breaks mine,
as you call out the names of those you love,
But the noise of the life they live,
drowns out your sweet and gentle whisper.

God,
I sense the desire of your heart,
for it is the longing that I feel,
as I see the God-shaped hole in everyone around me.
To reach into their busy lives and show them the way,
to the answers their soul is longing and searching for.

God,
You are calling out to Your church,
saying, "Who will go and be my voice?"
As I stand in Your live and my brokenness,
I respond, "Lord, here I am, I will go.
For Your love for these children
and the silent tears you cry.
Have reached my soul,
and I have made them mine."