You inspire songs, poems, and sermons all over,
the gifts we receive are prophetic I know.
Giving the power you possess to mere humans,
at first I could not understand why.
What are we to behold such amazing wonders?
Miracles is something that we can actually do?
Now I see the intent you had all along,
pouring into us, so we can in turn pour out to the weak.
In order to do this we must start to seek,
the love you put in us is limitless and eternal.
How can no one want such a gift as that?
Father, break our hearts I ask you,
allow us to feel the pain of the lost people you crave.
For those you died for and the life you gave,
bring us to the spot in our lives that desires you.
Work in the hearts that hunger for compassion,
teach them, build them up in a gracious fashion.
Let the roar of your glory reach all the land,
the warriors begin to battle, victors they stand.
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