"And of some have compassion, making a difference:
And others save with fear, pulling them out of the fire. . . ."
Stir my cold, cold heart, dear Lord,
Make this my burning desire:
Bearing another's burdens!
Fill my heart with broken tears;
Give me heartfelt love and compassion
For others pains and fears.
Use this earthen vessel to lead
The maimed, the halt, the blind,
The sick, the broken-hearted,
Jesus' healing love to find.
Take the gift you've placed in me;
Use me as you think best.
Let my remaining time on Earth
Bring some to your sweet rest.
Stir my cold, cold heart, dear Lord,
Make this my burning desire--
"And of some have compassion, making a difference:
And others save with fear, pulling them out of the fire. . . ."
Written by Jerrie Boos
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