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