|WHO WILL LOVE THESE SOULS TO ME?
|In the stillness of the night,
You can hear the crying
Of those poor and wretched souls
All around us dying:
Bleeding sheep who've gone astray,
Broken hearts unmending,
Sheep attacked by ravenous wolves,
Wounded souls unending.
"Who will love these souls to Me?
Who will take Me there?
Who will let Me have My way
To let them know I care?"