By God's own Word, it was spoken.
He came not for the healthy, but for the broken.
Not for the mighty, the wealthy, the proud.
Not for the arrogant haughty and loud.
Our God came, for those lonely and hurt.
The unwanted ones that others desert.
Those who are lost and mostly rejected,
The ones who are sad and sadly neglected.
For man does not see the inner self cry.
We retreat from the world, and no one cares why.
But God truly sees the hopeless torment,
Of a tortured soul having no place to vent.
Like water quenching thirst, He descends from above.
He knocks on the door and offers His love.
Gives peace to the soul, lifts the burden of sin,
For all who accept, and let the Lord in.
The people called trash, are God's very Own treasure.
He raises them up, for it is God's pleasure.
To confound this world by the works that we do.
The salt which preserves, what's righteous and true.
There is but one sin, our God can't forgive.
The rejection of Him in the time that we live.
The ones who respond, the hearts He will touch,
Will be mostly those, for whom God forgave much.
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