There Is Hope

Father, we live in a broken world

With a billion broken hearts.

All of us are slowly dying,

And none go untouched by pain.

Every soul cries out for salvation,

And then deny themselves deliverance.

Our sufferings are well earned

As hate devours and love is mocked.

Are we so blind that we believe

Whatever "truth" is fed us?

That we trust in whatever

Brings us pleasure for a moment?

The multitude lurks in wickedness,

Destroying themselves and others.

Evil laughs at our foolishness

While humanity advances into its mouth.

The raging decay around me

Torments my spirit and soul.

On my knees, I cry out to You:

"Abba, Father!  Lord, save us!"

I know You are mighty to save,

And all Your ways are good.

In Your righteousness, hear me.

I beg You, Lord, save us.

This people deserves the hell

They have brought upon themselves.

Yet they were not created for it,

But were made for glory.

Created for Your glory,

We have spit upon You.

You have reached out in love,

Offering forgiveness and hope.

I do not doubt You hear

When I cry out to You.

I know You cannot rescue

Those who refuse Your love.

It seems in vain when I then

Cry to the masses, "Be saved!"

They mill past; some persecute.

I begin to abandon hope.

Then one from the billions

Stumbles toward me, weeping,

And asks in desperation,

"How may I be saved?"

"Believe on the Lord Jesus,

The Christ," I say with joy,

"And thou shalt be saved."

A soul comes to life then.

I begin to understand

Why You let this world go on:

For this one who receives You,

Whom you treasure above all.

I know also in my heart,

Beyond all of doubt's shadows,

Beyond what I can understand,

That I, too, was that one.