Where cross the crowded ways

Class, how many of you are orphans? Please raise your hand.

Where cross the crowded ways of life
Frank Mason North, 1903

Where cross the crowded ways of life,
Where sound the cries of race and clan,
Above the noise of selfish strife,
We hear Thy voice, O Son of Man.

In haunts of wretchedness and need,
On shadowed thresholds dark with fears,
From paths where hide the lures of greed,
We catch the vision of thy tears.

From tender childhoods helplessness,
From woman's grief, and burdened toil,
From famished souls, from sorrow's stress,
Thy heart has never known recoil.

The cup of water given for Thee
Still holds the freshness of Thy grace;
Yet long these multitudes to see
The sweet compassion of Thy face.

O Master, from the mountain side,
Make haste to heal these hearts of pain;
Among these restless throngs abide,
O tread the city's streets again!

Till all the world shall learn Thy love,
And follow where Thy feet have trod;
Till glorious from thy heaven above,
Shall come the City of our God!

Consider the cost
Steve Camp

Consider the cost of building a tower
It's a narrow way that you must come
To do the will of the Father
Is to follow the Son
To love Him more than father or mother
To love Him more than your own flesh
To give all that you are, for all that He is
This is the gospel according to Jesus

Whom shall I send?
Isaiah's vision

Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, "Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?"

And I said, "Here am I. Send me!"

Ah, Lord God!

Come near, please make my hands and feet Yours...break my heart to reflect Your beautiful, healing heart...shape my life to share You, dear Savior.

In your name, I pray.