Man of Compassion

Huddled together in huts made of cardboard
Telling each other how the day went
Not so different from me minus something to eat
Slowly wasting away, Lord, can I even see them

Lord, I want to be a man of compassion
Able to see the world through Your eyes
Cause me to feel their pain and to heal
The wounds of the broken and dying
Lord, I'm striving to be a man of compassion

She sits and wonders if dad really loves her
Or is he just acting a part in a play
He seems to listen, but is he really hearing her
Tell him how his time can heal all her pain

Oh, Lord, I want to be a man of compassion
Able to see the world through Your eyes
Cause me to feel their pain and to heal
The wounds of the broken and dying
Lord, I'm striving to be a man of compassion

Nations are dying, our children are crying
Brothers and sisters in need of a friend
As He has taught us, we must love with Christ's love
A whole world in need of compassionate man
Oh, Lord, won't You make me

Lord, I want to be a man of compassion
Able to see the world through Your eyes
Cause me to feel their pain and to heal
The wounds of the broken and dying
Lord, I'm striving to be a man of compassion
A man of compassion

Lord, I want to be a man of compassion
Won't You make me a man of compassion
Lord, oh, I want to be a man of compassion
I want to be, want to be a man of compassion
Lord, I want to be a man of compassion
Oh, Lord, I want to be a man of compassion