They Don't Know

"Please, let me touch you," "Pray for me".
They all reach forth in need.
You cry for them and touch each one,
Can all their hungers feed.

Faces full of emptiness...
Forgotten how to pray.
Hold them, Jesus, kiss their lips
And teach them what to say.

It's been so long for some of them,
They hang their heads in shame.
They feel unworthy just to ask
Or even speak Your name.

For them, all hope and faith are gone.
They long for You and yet,
Their shame won't let them touch You, Lord...

They don't even know you've met.

Copyright 1984 Gloria Fisher.