Oh suffering soul, crying out for love,
In a world that seldom cares,
See the hungry heart longing to be filled,
Much more than our prayers,
And a young girl sells herself on Seventh Avenue,
And you hear her crying out for help,
"My God, what will we do?"
Don't tell them Jesus loves them till you're ready to love them too,
Till your heart breaks from the sorrow and the pain they're going through,
With a life full of compassion may we do what we must do,
Don't tell them Jesus loves them till you're ready to love them too,
Oh, the desperate man,
Why have we waited so long to show them Jesus lives,
To share salvation's song,
Why have our hearts become so proud that we fail to see,
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til you're ready to love them too,