作曲 : Barefield
Sometimes 
I'm hurtin' and 
I'm burdened when 
I'm gazin' inside 
Cause I ain't 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'm Mr. Compassionate 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 ain't 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 
I'll be on 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 
I'm waitin!