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.