Faces pass by me
In a ceaseless crowd.
I am overwhelemed,
With the task
To which I am bound.

Compassion can ****,
I feel it in my soul.
For the tears of man
Quickly overflow.

I cry pardon to the masses,
Yet they do not Understand.
The Truth is before them,
But no one raises a hand.

I wish it were simple,
Easy too.
But if that were the case,
The Word would not be true.

A seed is planted and
Watered by some.
But only by His Hand,
will fruit ever be grown.