Sometimes I'm hurtin' and I'm burdened when I'm gazin' inside Cause I aint concerned with other persons, the foundation in pride Feel like a fake and a lie It's the comforts of my Lord cause I be raisin' Him high Until the day that I die, I surely struggle with this apathy invading I try to front, like I missed the compassion and my ratings are high And meanwhile these folks is hurtin everyplace, I should cry But I lose sight like bullets grazin' my eyes, what should I do now? When I drive through my city, and I see these folks' hurtin' Yea, I'm certain that I care till' I'm home and close the curtain It's like they aint even there, man my heart is so disturbin' I should be prayin for em, findin' ways that I can serve em The bottom line, Lord I'm praying that beyond the grind Pursuing service, never out of sight, out of mind Preaching truth and trying to model my Lord till He's back and them knees hit the floor Im waitin!
