Who Prays for the Lost?

“For the eyes of the Lord, are on the righteous.

and His ears are open to their prayer’s.”

1st Peter 3:12

When we know this promise,

That’s been given to the saints.

Should our prayers be more than wants,

More than listing…our complaints?

There’s a world outside our walls,

One many choose not to see.

One dyeing in it’s sin,

The way we used too be!

Sometime somewhere, someone,

Prayed for me and you.

When we were still outside those walls,
Lost, without a clue!

Someone stood in the gap,

For the lost, they didn’t even know!

Not because we were something special,

But because…they love Him so!

Have we forgotten, it’s hell that awaits,

 For those who know Him not.

Lord forgive us, of our wasted prayer’s,

And those we have forgot.

“The prayers of the righteous,

Availith much.”

For with our prayer’s,

It’s heaven that we touch!

A dyeing world awaits,

For all who will stand in the breach.

One hand holding to the lost,

 the other,
 touching heaven in it’s reach!

The Rescuer of Our Souls



Lost on an island,

just waiting to die.

 My days ran together,

as time passed me by.

No ship on the horizon,

no planes overhead.

 If they do ever find me,
 by then... I'll be dead.

Hope began fleeting,

in all my days lost.

Will no one come,
am I not worth the cost?

When mans days were at it's darkest,

and it appeared like no one would come.

Jesus stepped out of heaven

His mission,
 rescue all...not some.

No matter your island,

no matter its place.

You maybe lost in this world,

but you need not remain lost to His grace.

One rescued all,

from our sin and our shame.

The rescuer of our souls,

Jesus by name!

Finder of the lost,

and the rescuer of all men.

For all have been marooned,

hopeless by sin.

No one need remain,
A castaway anymore.

Your rescue is at hand,

His ship is ashore.