There’s a broken heart out there waiting
Waiting for the strength of your arms,
To lift it up from the pains and hurts,
And speak words of comfort and welcome.
There’s an ear out there waiting,
Waiting for the music of your kind words,
To sing a song of hope and encouragement,
And increase the joy of the beats of love.
There’s a pair of weary worn feet out there waiting,
Waiting for the guidance of your diligent footsteps,
To show them the way to life everlasting,
The path whose Guide neither knows death nor delay.
There’s a saddened face out there waiting,
Waiting for the beauty of your genuine smile,
To bring a glimmer of hope in their darkness,
And warn them of a better day soon coming.
There’s a cold hand out there waiting,
Waiting to clasp with courage your own
To feel the warmth of human love,
And be a member of the family below and above.
There’s a crying voice out there waiting,
Waiting to hear your echoes of true faith,
To revive the tunes of hopes now hushed,
And find the truth and beauty of God given dreams.
There’s a conscience out there waiting,
Waiting for the piercing of divine truth,
To leave the paths of sin and darkness,
And find love in the arms of the God of all strength.
There’s a question out there waiting,
Waiting to respond to your sacred answers,
To find depth of meaning along life’s corridors,
And walk the path of righteousness unto eternity’s doors.