With extreme poverty all around.

Many are gripped by disease,

Lord, let your healing balm come.

Compelled by the depravity,

And motivated to se change,

I see a longing for salvation,

A softness in their eyes.

Am I ready to pour out all that I have

While being poured into at a rate I cannot contain?

I need a softening of my heart.

Melt me in the fire of your goodness O God,

Motivate me by your love

And compel me with your compassion,

With joyful anticipation, I await,

For you to come and show Your glory.