What will it take for me to be moved
What will it take to bring me to my forehead to the dirt
at the weight of my own sin
at the condescension of your sacrifice
at the fatal condition of the souls that whistle past me.

Crush this busy, busy heart of mine
Until nothing is left but
Awe at your contradistinction.
Remind me on a consistent basis how full of nothing I am.

What will it take for me to be moved