WHERE CROSS THE CROWDED WAYS OF LIFE
Where
cross the crowded ways of life,
Where
sound the cries of race and clan,
Above
the noise of selfish strife,
We
hear Thy voice, O Son of Man!
In
haunts of wretchedness and need,
On
shadowed thresholds dark with fears,
From
paths where hide the lures of greed,
We catch the vision of Thy tears.
O
Master, from the mountainside,
Make
haste to heal these hearts of pain,
Among
these restless throngs abide,
O
tread the city's streets again;
Till
sons of men shall learn Thy love
And
follow were Thy feet have trod;
Till
glorious from Thy heav'n above
Shall
come the city of our God.
Frank M. North
We live at the intersection where cross the crowded ways of
life, near haunts of wretchedness and need, not far from thresholds dark with
fears. Oft times we walk the paths where hide the lures of greed (though not
well hidden, those lures).
We
weep with God and cry out with saints, "Make haste to heal these hearts of
pain."
We
weep with God and cry out with saints, “Come and among these restless throngs
abide.”
We
weep for God to tread our city streets, schooling us to learn His love. To
purify His Body that we might recognize when glorious from His heav’n above,
shall come the city of our God.
Then
through our tears we catch a glimpse of Love holding tight the thorns of pain.
His tender smile lifts our spirits. Our hearts rise in hope to follow Him,
where cross the crowded ways of life.
Jeff
and Christine
