Submit

I think I've heard a call to ministry. This is a "public" submission to this call.

I've always wondered why I'm here. What's my reason?

What was I created for? My existence feels out of season.

All I want to do is help, but this world would have me destroy.

Every step I take, impeded. And I feel so annoyed.

But every time I let You work, I feel like I'm in place.

Every time You work through me, I see my true face.

I hear a call, but I'm not sure if it's really you.

A call to do Your work, but is this call true?

Lord, I've heard You. And I submit. For You, I give up my life.

Take my body, cleanse my soul. This heart was never truly mine.

I answer Your call with a reverberating "Yes." For You, I die.

I learn to spread these wings again. God, I promise I will fly.

I may be scared day to day, but I know You'll lead me straight.

And I will follow Your inevitable will with my undying faith.