WHERE CROSS THE CROWDED WAYS OF LIFE

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