The multitudes, the crowds of people
Nameless sea of humanity
Undone by sin, the walking dead
The heart of Jesus longs for these
Deceived and loving their deception
Plunging deeper into sin
They think not that the Lord is watching
They feel no need to repent
Death approaches yet they mock
No fear of God before their eyes
But judgment waits beyond this life
Before the Christ they have despised
As I look into each face
Their countenance shows forth no life
And my heart breaks, they are so lost
And yet they see no need for Christ
My heart is deeply stirred within me
I can sit no longer idly by
As precious souls that Jesus loves
Are doomed to the eternal fires
So let me be an instrument
A vessel for the Master’s use
A life surrendered to His plans
To be used as He would choose
Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying: “Whom shall I send, And who will go for Us?” Then I said, “Here am I! Send me.” Isaiah 6:8
He is my Delight 
My reading has me in Luke 15 the last couple of days. This morning I remembered as a kid, especially when I would lose something, after looking for it for quite a while and still unable to find it, more often than not when I would ask the Lord to help me find it, soon after I would.
I have been looking for the lost for quite some time – hoping to find them, hoping to bring them back into the fold – but so far it seems my searching has been in vein.
This morning I prayed that the Lord would help me find them.