Dear Friend

Here you are, a soul in need

Wounded trust is what you bleed

Far from home, the place they stole

Your shattered pieces can't fill that hole

The painful memories dull your brain

Once quicker than lightning, now muddy with rain

Your time with friends and family

Were sacrificed for a harlot's fee

You struggle for hope in this meaningless mire

You're smothered in smoke from the smoldering fire...

And here I stand; I see your plight

I long that love may lead to light

My haven's hearth would grant repose

And gather warm what winter froze

The kiss of dawn would raise your head

Your dreams alive, you'd rise from bed

To live in growing harmony

With fellow singers of Calvary

And though I wish for you this thing

My own ambitions cannot bring

But Jesus Christ is here, my friend

With wounded hands that heal and mend

Immanuel indwells your soul

He whispers peace and makes you whole

And if in some miraculous way

He'll use my words and actions to say

"I love you, child," then glory be!

He's given a role in your story to me