The city is alive, O God, with sound of hustling feet, with rapid change and flashing lights the pulse through every street; but oft there's inhumanity behind the bright facade, and throngs with empty, hungering hearts cry out for help, O God. Is it your will, O loving God, that races live in strife? that loneliness and greed and hate should mark a city's life? Do you desire one person's wealth to keep another poor? Must crime and slums and lust abound? O Lord, is there no cure? In Galilee the people heard your servant Christ declare through healing touch, through word and cross, the good news of your care. He said your heart touched every heart that longed for peace and right, that those bowed down by burden borne could find your life, your light. O God, inspire your church today to take Christ's servant role, to love the world, to hear its claims, to sense its yearning soul, to serve both weak and strong, to love itself, to share its dream, to give the world its song.