Words and music: Mike Schmitz

I see the bruises
When you fall on your face
I feel the aching
When you suffer disgrace
I know the pressure
Of a world weary heart
Running on empty
And refusing to start

I saw you sitting
Staring out at the rain
Thinking that you
Didn't have money again
I know you're hungry and
You're missing your friends
Don't know where to go

Come to Me, come to Me
All you that hurt
And carry heavy loads
Come to Me, come to Me
And you can lay down
Your head for awhile

I heard you crying
When your daddy ran out
I felt you pulling back
From Me in your doubt
I know sometimes you
Think of jerking the plug
Don't know where to go

I saw the things
That you did that you
Never got the credit for
I saw the effort
That you made when they
Had already shut the door
I burned with you inside
When the criminals walked away
I, too, see justice castrated by the law
But you can find justice in Me