Weak

I'm weak 

But I didn't know how much 

Everyone has some weakness 

I have a fair share of it 

How could I imagine 

That I could be so weak 

That requires you to die 

I'm poor 

But I didn't know how much 

I never beg for food Times 

I feel empty inside 

I don't have all I want 

But why should someone die 

As a ransom for my sins 

I'm lost 

Clueless of what's to come 

What's my life's purpose? 

Who knows the future anyway 

But why should the King of Heaven 

Disrobe himself of his glory 

And come calling me home