DancingChild

Hay! i started this thing because of the summer mission job i had, but decided to keep writing stuff, especially since a graduated friend says he reads it to see how my life is going. a description? why tell about what i wrote when you can just go ahead and read it. warning: i've got nothing deeply profound or incredibly eloquent, it's just bits of my life.

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Go To The Nameless Faces


Go To The Nameless Faces

A nameless face is scared to death as she holds her brother close
Under the bridge they are freezing cold, an eight and a six year old.
Childhood dreams are shattered, they're desperate for bread and warmth
The question is not just "Who will love me?", but "Will we survive the night?"

Who will go to the nameless faces? Who won't walk on by?
Our King said you have done for me what you have done for the least of these.
Who will go to the starved, the thirsty? Who will give of their pride?
Call me naive, but just imagine if we, would all take up our cross.
Who'll go? Who'll serve? Who'll rescue our helpless neighbors?
Who'll care? Who'll sacrifice? Who will go to the nameless faces?
Will you learn their names?

A teenage girl is in a group home, and she's blamed for her mother's death.
The scars on her body from herself and her father have carved deep holes in her heart.
She hates her life, and she hates herself. And she's built walls so thick and high.
She longs for love but doesn't believe, that someone could love her back.

Who will go to the crying orphans? Who will shoulder some pain?
Our King said you have done for me what you have done for the least of these.
Who will go to the scared, the lonely? Who will give of their time?
Call me naive, but just imagine if we would all take up our cross.
Who'll go? Who'll serve? Who'll rescue our rejected neighbors?
Who'll care? Who'll sacrifice? Who'll go to the nameless faces?
Will you learn their names?

A family of nine in a third world country, each parent works two jobs.
There is no school for these innocent children, they must work to scrape by
They live at the trash dump in a home made of tin
But they love each other so deeply and they thank God for their lives.

Who will go to the poor and dying? Who will lift the oppressed?
Our King said you have done for me what you have done for the least of these.
Who will go to the tired and forgotten? Who will give of their heart?
Call me naive, but just imagine if we would all take up our cross.
Who'll go? Who'll serve? Who'll rescue our oppressed neighbors?
Who'll care? Who'll sacrifice? Who'll go to the nameless faces?
Will you learn their names?

Will you learn their names? Will you learn their names?
Who'll go? Who'll love? Who'll share? Who'll dare?
Who'll give? Who'll deny? Who will lay down his very life?
Will we go? Will we love? Will we share? Will we dare?
Will we give? Will we deny? Will we lay down our very lives?

Will we go to the poor and dying? Will we lift the oppressed?
Our King said you have done for me what you have done for the least of these?
Will we go to the tired and forgotten, will we give of our hearts?
Will we live the dream? Will we let our eyes see? Tomorrow is about to start.
Will we go? Will we serve? Will we rescue our oppressed neighbors?
Will we care? Will we sacrifice? Will we go to the namesless faces?
Will we learn their names?

Will we learn their names?

1 Comments:

  • At 10:12 PM, Blogger david said…

    Another winner, Lauren. How DO you do it?

     

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