He is my Delight

For the homeless widowed woman
Living on the streets today
Hoping just to find a meal
Oh my brethren, we must pray

For the lonely single mother
Living in despair and pain
Wondering if there’s something better
Oh my brethren, we must pray

For those bound by vile addictions
Trapped in a life that’s dark and vain
Damaged by the life they’ve chosen
Oh my brethren, we must pray

For the lost, who soon approach
The throne of God on judgment day
Unprepared, they’re doomed to hell
Oh my brethren, we must pray

For our own cold, calloused hearts
That see such things and walk away
Grieving Jesus by our hardness
Oh my brethren, we must pray

With tears and groanings, let us come
And seek the Lord without delay
With humbled hearts now drawing near
Oh my brethren, we must pray

Oh please Father, help us pray