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A string of words
Like breadcrumbs dropped
Before this hungry heart
You think will lead
Me to the cross
A saving faith impart?
You use such terms
I know them not
You think you speak so clear
A foreign tongue
And hollow words
Are all that I can hear
So clearly marked
The “Four Step” path
Salvation’s end in view
And yet you miss
And fail to see
That nothing’s getting through
Your duty done
You walk away
To someone else “in need”
The still small voice
That bids you, “Stay”
You rarely ever heed
I don’t need words
To tell me where
I stand upon life’s road
I only know
I feel the weight
I’m crushed beneath sin’s load
Where is the touch
That doesn't flinch
That doesn't shrink away?
Where is the ear
That doesn't turn
From all I wish to say?
Where is the gaze
That sees behind
Beneath the soil and grime?
Where is the heart
With patient beat
Prepared to “waste” the time?
Where is the love
Beyond mere words
That flows through all you do?
I search your face
And long to see
That glimpse of Him in you
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