“helpless”

And the weak at heart

On the boulevard

Out in the desert he heard its cry

Sick and helpless and ready to die

Like I said, I'll be praying

Sorry, I had to go away

Living inside me

I can trust that

believed we were strong

And so we follow God's own fool

Naked, come to thee for dress

Vile, I to the fountain fly

When other helpers fail and comforts flee

I need Thy presence every passing hour

Like us, crying he takes His first breath

Close to her beating heart.

The Servant King

Entered our world, Your glory veiled

You’re enough

Till You pick me up

Day by day, like us, He grew;

Tears and smiles, like us He knew;

And called each one by name

And must learn to walk again

Lord, we are weak and frail,

Surround us with your angels

Naked, come to you for dress,

Foul, I to the fountain fly.

To answer the cries

With the mercy of Christ.

Egypt was once my home, I was a slave

but when I looked up to heaven's dome Christ came to save,

Indifferent to the cost

And led me to the cross

Cling now to a mother's breast

Shepherds bow before the Lamb

Who can make it right

Rest for the weary

We in our weakness believed we were strong

So we follow God's own Fool