I have come to help strangers in this place far away
from the family I nurtured and relied on each day.
And at times I feel timid, full of questions and fear,
but these questions remind me of the reason I’m here.
Am I making a difference to the people I see?
Am I being the servant that you want me to be?
Is there some other purpose I’m supposed to fulfill?
Only tell me, dear Father, and I will.
My whole spirit is willing, though my body is weak
and I weary so quickly as His lost lambs I seek.
I would like to move mountains, but my hands are so small
that I wonder sometimes if I matter at all.
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Though it’s hard to keep going, I am doing my part
and I thank the Lord daily for refreshing my heart.
As the Spirit distills its sweet peace in my soul,
I can hear the Lord answer me, making me whole:
You are making a difference through your service and love.
You are helping my children know their Father above.
By example you teach them how I want them to be.
You are bringing them back home unto me.
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