IN A CROWD
In a crowd, so many other people,
Like the sea with currents and waves
Tides that come and go,
Streets of a city full of riders, walkers and runners
Some who just stand or sit and watch;
Cars without number
Noise and smells and clutter,
Confusion breeds only more confusion.
Many always seem self absorbed and to be lost
Though hearts cry out only to be found
Somehow to be special, of unique value
Full of purpose
Overflowing with true meaning.
One who cares watches
Briefly touches a stranger, a life in passing,
Mentions spirit hope and eternal reality and childlike faith,
Belief, the door to be opened.
Divine power waits to descend from above
To meet the humble seekers
The few in a crowd who hunger
The few in a crowd who truly thirst
They listen and learn from God
In humility as that little child the Master spoke of
Stripped of vain human pride
And the snares of refined intellect, pitfalls of common fears;
They reach out at last
And take hold of the invisible hand of peace,
The touch of a Savior.
Plucked from the death snare
Lifted from the muck and trap of this world
Thick, heavy mud and grime of spiritual darkness,
Each loved by the Jewish Messiah as if the only one in His eyes
Blessed and filled as a most special one
Cleansed and kept as a destined one
Empowered, a Kingdom child born again,
Heaven’s new child loved with all of Heaven’s love!