SOMEBODY CARED

Somebody cared down on his knees,

Somebody cared; was that one me?

Down on my knees calling on God;

Down on my knees, feeling His prod.

Caring for those hurting so deep,

Caring for those who lie in a heap;

Lives so shattered and torn apart,

Dying of a broken heart.

Help me Lord to hear their cry;

Help me reach out e

E’er they die.

Many come right by my door,

Open my eyes to see them more.

Lord, prepare me on my knee,

For prayer, I know, is the key;

To unlock doors and break the chains,

Bringing the lost, eternal gains.

Lord prepare me through Your Word,

To help those who have never heard;

That You car whatever their need;

Lord help me to plant the seed.

Help me to act out Your love,

Help me to take off my glove;

Fearing not to soil my hands,

So that others can break their bands.

Somebody cared down on his knees;

Somebody cared Lord, let it be me.

Down on my knees, I’ll call on God;

Down on my knees, I’ll feel His prod.

(Inspired from sermon Feb. 6, 1983)