In a corner by the wall
Crouching, bowed with vacant eyes.
Abandoned child, alone and shaking,
Easier to pass on by.
It's your pain in my heart
It's the cry of your soul
Lift the shades, shine His light
Let the Father's love make whole
To tell you I care oh so deeply
Hurts to see you this way.
Reach to touch your soil-scarred limbs
Lift your head as I pray.
Jesus saw crowds
Wept for wounded, weary and lame
Touched and healed the broken and outcast
Through the power of His name.
See your small acts of kindness-
The sharing of bread.
A touch, a faint smile
Or a nod of your head.
Lord take my hands,
Let your love flow oh so free
Lift, restore hope and healing
Lord use even me.
Chorus..'Cause it's your pain in my heart..
© Don Stott, in China , October, 2002.
I wrote this song while visiting a welfare home in China.
Jesus, care, kindness, compassion