One day while working on the
job,
As workers played their radios
loud,
I heard some words, in wail
and sob,
Sung forth by one before his
crowd.
The singer’s plea, in anguished
tones,
Rang in my ears long past his
song;
The cries seemed deeper than
my bones;
I feared for those who sang
along!
“I want to know what love is!”
rang,
”I want you to show me!” was
the appeal,
That caused my spirit thus to
hang;
The shouts, the cry, seemed all
too real.
It seemed to me the uncon-
scious cry
Of every soul without the Lord;
Longing for love until they die,
Blindly they reach but miss the
cord!
The first that struck me like a
dart,
The fact that “God is love” and
“true”;
To know this deep within your
heart,
To know that Jesus died for
you!
Yes, Love came down,
Became a man, from glory high
to cross so low!
Infinite Love was stronger than
all
That was dealt by every blow!
True love is stronger by far
than death;
It drew the blood that flows to
save!
Yes, Christ surrendered up His
breath
To conquer sin and death and
grave!
I wish for you, my friend, to
know
This Love which died to save
your soul,
And have the peace that you
will go
To be with Christ at heaven’s
call.
“I want you to show me!” hit
real hard!
This second line that gripped
my thought;
In walk and talk and all regard,
My life must show, oh yes, it
ought.
For all, Love came and stooped
so low,
The world around us in its
mob;
How will they know if we
don’t show
Each day while working on the
job?
M. Breman