I have seen the face of heroes
 I have heard their silent screams
 I cry for all their emptiness
 That manifests in dreams.
  
 Amidst the pain and sorrow,
 Grief, and major loss
 They overcome their own despair
 By the power of the cross..
  
 And heal the souls around them
 Touch their fevered brows
 Raise them up in grace, peace, and love
 Beyond what self allows..
  
 They take the pain and make it theirs
 Treat each and every one
 Just as God intended
 All hurt to be undone.
  
 They risk their lives in selflessness
Other’s needs above their own
 Facing challenges and dangers
 Ignoring self and risking bone,
    
 Possibilities and pain.
 Souls of grace and mercy
 Standing in the gap for those
 Challenged so adversely.
  
 God casts His finest eye
 On those that give their best
 Because they often represent
 The love that He attests.
  
 Their nights are often restless
 Their dreams are often stark
 Their days are often clouded
 Their vision often dark.
  
 And still they rise to face the day
 To meet the world head on
 And greet the morning sun with joy,
 Grateful for the dawn.
  
 Each a sinner.
 Each a saint.
 Each an angel
Without complaint.
  
 It’s obvious and very clear
 When we see the path they’ve trod
 That those we see as heroes
 Are the hands and feet of God.