We are weak and human and frail. 

But He has been here and walked these sands

He has made everything with His hands.

He sees the pain and can give us healing

but what do we do with our needs and feelings?

We bring them to the world, dirty as it is,

we should bring it to Christ since we are His.

We ask it for help, and He cries.

We ask it for peace, and He closes His eyes.

We ask it for freedom, and He dies.

We ask it to build us, and He sighs.

It's far from over and not too late,