Text: Stephen Curtis Chapman. First Hand. Who Cares.

Trapped in simple conversation
Hard getting past good reason
Say how are you oh I?m doin? just fine
They?ve said all that they can say
Then they turn and walk away
And the wounded hearts must wait another day

Who cares when they?re crying
Who cares when they?re all alone
And no one knows how much they long
To find someone
Who cares that they?re dying
Who cares that the road is long
And you could be the one to lead them
To the One who cares

Captured by the rush of living
So hard to hear our brothers? quiet cries
But freedom comes when we are willing
To open up our hearts and realize
They?ve said all that they can say
We can?t turn and walk away
?Cause the wounded hearts might not wait another day

Who cares when they?re crying
Who cares when they?re all alone
And no one knows how much they long
To find someone
Who cares that they?re dying
Who cares that the road is long
And you could be the one to lead them
To the One who cares

The Father gave His Son
To show the world how much He cares
And now it?s up to us to let them know
He cares