“There are tears from the saints
For the lost and unsaved
We're crying for them come back home
We're crying for them come back home
And all your children will stretch out their hands
And pick up the crippled man
Father, we will lead them home
Father, we will lead them home”
After listening to that song, I started to write. I felt like I was supposed to write to my friends, family, peers and professors about opening our eyes to see those around us who have lost their way, or have never found it. Who knows if I will ever get a chance to stand in front of a body of believers and call them to action. Here are the words that clouded my mind, literally all day:
Let us not be shaken, as the body of Christ. We must believe in a God who changes hearts, and we must desperately pray for renewal in the hearts of our lost friends, families, peers and strangers. Expect hearts to be transformed as we cry out to our Father in heaven. Expect it to be hard, but let that be fuel to your fire, to press in. Pray with out ceasing and start believing in the truth: that no one is a lost cause to God. Pray, friends! And watch your heart explode with compassion, love and hope. Compassion for this messed up world, love for your enemies and hope for those who have lost their way. May God burden our hearts with the names of those who have stopped hoping in the everlasting and perfect love that comes only from the Lord. May we crawl to the foot of the cross and lay them down, begging for their hearts. Let us gather to our knees and watch as the Lord reveals a side of Him that we have never experienced before. One that will leave us hungry for more of Him. One that will cover any doubts of His love. Pray, seek His face and watch as the Lord takes you by the hand and runs with you towards the eternal kingdom. The time to pray is now.
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