Ever Moved By Compassion
by Eva
"In my distress I cried unto the L-rd, and He heard me"  (Psalm 120:1).
Gazing into empty faces, hungry, thirsty, lonely faces.
Groping where no hope does lie.  Giving up in hopes to die.
Silent tears, leaving their traces, as time quickly races. 
Quickly races by.

Ever moved by Compassion.  Rendered heart.  Undying love.
Ever reaching out to comfort.  Young and old, all alike.
Each one searching.  Ever seeking for that door that leads to light.

Ever moved by Compassion.  Healing waters.  Mercy's call.
Reach out to them.  Let Me love them;
For I, Compassion do love them all.
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