Hungry eyes fill the streets 

Thirsty souls, longing for a drink 

You can hear it in their conversations 

Longing for the antidote to their insatiable craving 

Crosswalks and streetsigns 

Not one direction illuminated 

With salvation from their perpetual heart cries 

Among this sea of passerbys 

A few hold candles 

They seem to know the way 

Straining to hear what they say 

I hear murmurs of the power in one name 

Awakened to the scene before me 

My own lantern suddenly grows heavy 

So long I have been standing idly 

Holding up the light I see the face before me 

A lost soul battered by every 

“Wind of teaching 

and by the cunning and craftiness of people 

in their deceitful scheming” 

It’s undeniable 

God’s masterpiece 

Is this person right in front of me 

I ready myself to answer their question 

“What’s the reason for the hope you carry?”