Lyrics

With empty hands and empty hearts
we come before you, Lord.
No frankincense or myrrh have we,
No gold can we afford.

We bring instead our aching want,
thin cries of hollow need,
the desert wastelands of the soul:
with these alone we plead.

Have mercy on our unbelief,
forgive our loveless ways,
Take pity on our hopelessness:
Come, mend our threadbare days.

Accept, O Christ, these voiceless words,
our prayer of emptiness;
fill all our barrenness with love,
bless prayer with fruitfulness.