I want to tie the camels properly
My panic stricken hands fumble because I lack the rope
So I push the huge mass gently against the palm tree of another
Holding it there , hoping that when these hands move , it won't
God gave me this camel minus the rope.
Perhaps it is buried beneath these dunes of sin
I pray for the will to find it until then I pray for mercy
That I have done enough because as my hands move away
My trust in this here camel fades because ultimately it all belongs to God.