Cry of The Humble

When you are away from home
And all you have is nothing
But your own
You think inside your tongue
That you are
But you own
You call the man
He's who defines, All you ways
Wh shall seek everyday to pray...
(Praise)...
Used the sick all day
I wish a knew the way
But God allows
And always eases pain
I used look at the stars
New i realize there you are
Will ever...
My holy holy God...