My soul longs for you lord in this dry and weary land
Fill this vessel for your fame
Beaten and bruised by those i once called friend
You are god of my strength, i will not mourn
Wisdom and truth i seek from you
If this tree bears fruit i give it back to you
Make my motives pure and my heart steadfast
Lead me by your will, in you i will hope
What hope is there? there is but one
I do not possess the will to follow on my own
Only with your aid can i achieve your plan for me
I do not possess the will to follow on my own
Wisdom and truth i seek from you
If this tree bears fruit i give it back to you
My hands have toiled through thistle and thorn