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THE URGENCY OF THE HOUR Listen… Can you hear it? Not the noise of the city, Not the echo of traffic, Not the laughter in crowded streets… I’m talking about the silent cry. The cry of nations waiting. The cry of hearts searching. The cry of souls asking questions no one has answered yet. And heaven is asking one question tonight: Who will go? Because the clock is ticking. Time is not pausing. History is moving. And somewhere in a village, A boy is growing up Without ever hearing the name of Jesus