Don't believe your sweat is enough
Don't perceive your strength as the cross
But only on bent knee
Humbly at His feet
Can you, will you be set free.

I will make your suffering my own
And take your hopelessness with me, home,
I will carry your desperation through my dreams
And I will choose to understand your fears
Because I too have wept--
I labor bedside tearfully into the night
Because I too know of death and ashes
And the redemption of Jesus's saving grace
As it washes over all transgressions.