Where are they Lord — the people who’ll stand and boldly fight?
Where are they Lord — the people who’ll praise ’til faith be sight?
Where are they Lord — the people who’ll watch through stormy night?
Where are they Lord — the people who’ll cry out for the light?
Where are they Lord — the people who’ll pray ’til the lost are pure white?
Where are they Lord — the people who’ll care about their plight?
Here am I, Lord— send me.
©Speckled Horse Music
