I sometimes stare down at people with judgement
Then I'm brought so low I remember
I'm no better then those I look down on
I'm a filthy mess that other people depend on
Those people don't see the cracks in my muscles as they begin to wane
Underneath this strain
Dear God I'm beaten and battered
Broken and shattered
Others depend on me
But I depend on you
I can't do this alone
It's all on you
These broken spirits that surround me are waiting to be revived
You took this mess of a life and used it for your glory
That is enough for me
I just ask you would take these hands from me
Because if allow me to use them for a split second
They will destroy this ministry
Not because of your lack of strength but mine
Father take this broken soul
And make it whole