Desperate one who lives in pain,
lost and feeling great despair,
drunken long, you hope to gain
freedom from your load of care.
Know the truth, oh thirsty soul:
Jesus Christ will make you whole.
Captive one, imprisoned by
substances which cause you ill,
are you sure to whom you cry?
Do you know which void to fill?
Only truth will set you free,
giving glorious liberty.
Wounded one whose tear-stained face
bears the pain of one you love,
God provides abundant grace,
send the Spirit like a dove.
Second-hand, your suffering real,
may your heart begin to heal.
Christian ones intent to bear
burdens of the lost and weak:
love, compassion be our prayer
as hopeless ones we seek;
for the Son who sets us free
gives us all our liberty.