when I close my eyes I can almost see,
the faces looking up to what they do not know,
but there is faith,
and they close their eyes and think of shame,
of loss, and hunger overwhelming them,
spirits empty and in need,
dying to live, breaking,
how they need you, Jesus,
let me go,
please, oh Master, I ask only this,
send me there,
to that place I only know in vision,
locked away in unfulfilled dreams,
longing to become real, and nearly there,
lead me to the world I do not know,
for I am here in body,
though my heart is very much with them,
and their crumbling hearts, their falling words,
trembling prayers,
and they need to hear of you again,
their minds to be filled with what they once knew so well,
and lived for, breathed for,
the hope so restless and hidden, uncertain again,
and unfamiliar,
they need to hear the reason you went to the cross,
the reason they have tomorrow to see,
and yesterday to speak of,
the reason they suffer under persecution, break under trial,
the reason they are dead in their sin,
restored, and alive in you, by perfect grace,
sweet Jesus, let me tell them,
let me look deep into their searching, empty eyes,
let me touch their olive colored faces,
their black hair of silk and gray,
and remind them, convince them of something more than they see,
something far greater waiting for them,
let me speak in words they do not know,
let me tell them of your scars,
hands pierced for their sake,
a body broken for even them, sinners, just like I am,
send me, Jesus,
there, away, to that place so far from home,
perhaps it is my home,
that I might do what you've called me to do,
nothing less, it is sin not to,
and let me go with gladness and humility,
peace, and joy, faith in the greater of these,
God, please,
they need you.