Bom Pastor

I know your love for me is mercy
Because I am so weak to then follow
No, I have nothing in my hands
Like a blind man on the road, nothing of value to give you

Carry me in your arms, my good shepherd
It was my weariness that drew you to me
So many wounds, so many weaknesses
That lead me to depend on your love

No, I have nothing

Carry me in-