I hear them, the stories, of the many broken people

I hear them, the stories, of the many broken people
I take them to the quiet places without any steeple
Tear drops and heart breaks are laid at my door
Help them dearest Jesus, for I can't do any more..

Children without their mothers and women in abuse
People who are hopeless and terrorist on the loose
Countless are the moments and the heart rending calls
I feel them, they are crying and are breaking down my walls

Would that I had the visions to see what I am to do
When people are so upset that they turn away from You
I haven't all the know how or the insight so Divine
So I turn to you dearest Jesus and let Your Wisdon shine.