~~~~!Millions perish everyday!~~~~

As she runs her usual two mile run, she wonders if this is all there is to life. As she passes a church, she see’s all the happy faces, an asks herself what do they have I don’t.

She is trying but the canyons ever widening in the depths of her cold heart:

But instead of stopping, she just keeps on running her usual route.

So she sets out on another misadventure just to find:

She doesn’t see the interest that people have going into a big building every Sunday just to talk, or met; an no one seems to reach out.

She’s another two years older an she’s three more steps behind:

She’s missing her chance, as she keeps on moving on.

Does anybody hear her; can anybody see:

The lost one’s around us are perishing, because we don’t open our eyes.

O’ Does anybody even know she’s going down today: Are we even glancing at her.

Under the shadow of our steeple with all the lost an lonely people: More an more people perish everyday. WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HELP IT??

Searching for the hope that’s tucked away in you an me: It always seems to be hidden from the sight of those who need it.

Does anybody hear her can anybody see: ????

She is yearning for shelter an affection that she never found at home: There are so many kids who never even get tucked in at night. An they are looking at searching for comfort.

She is searching for a hero to ride in to ride in an save the day: She is not sure who Jesus is, she has never heard His name.

An in walk her prince charming an he knows just what to say, momentary lapse of reason an she gives herself away: She gave all herself to someone who didn’t even want her.

Does anybody hear her, can anybody see: ???

O’ does anybody even know she’s going down today under the shadow of our steeple with all the lost an lonely people searching for the hope that’s tucked away in you an me: ???

If judgement looms under every steeple, if lofty glances from lofty people. We all try make standards for someone else; well were all human an we can’t reach them.

Can’t see past her scarlet letter an we never even met her: She is stared down by those who can’t see her inside. An she is hurting.

If judgement looms under every steeple, if lofty glances from lofty people. ??????

Can’t see past her scarlet letter an we never even met her: ????????

NEVER EVEN MET HER!!!

Does anybody hear her, does anybody see does anybody even know she’s going down today under the shadow of our steeple with all the lost an lonely people searching for the hope that’s tucked away in you an me.

He is running a hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction!