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.