The Lost Ones

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The Lost Ones

 

I reach My hand out to the poor, the needy and the ill

I reach My hand to the broken, to save them’s My will

 

Poor in spirit, faint of heart, I love one and all

My voice a gentile, prodding tone, it is to them I call

 

I ache to save the lost ones who I created with my Hand

I ache to draw them to Me, that their hearts would understand

 

I pour My love out like sweet oil, beckoning with my voice

I pour My heart out for their sake waiting to be their choice

 

I reign on high, I’m Lord of All, I’ve already won the battle

These souls are rightfully mine to take, not abandoned chattel

 

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