While burrowing through various files of poetry and trying to clean them out I came across this piece right here. I don't know who the author is but I believe it is titled Consecration.
I'll go where you want me to go, dear Lord
Real service is what I desire;
I'll say what you want me to say, dear Lord
But don't ask me to sing in the choir.
I'll say what you want me to say, dear Lord
I like to see things come to pass;
But don't ask me to teach boys and girls, dear Lord
I'd rather just stay in my class.
I'll do what you want me to do, dear Lord
I yearn for your Kingdom to thrive;
I'll give you my nickels and dimes, dear Lord
But please don't ask me to tithe
I'll go where you want me to go, dear Lord
I'll say what you want me to say;
I'm busy just now with myself, dear Lord
I'll help you some other day.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
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