At my desk, my pen in hand
Waiting, wondering, what’s God’s plan?
A calling came, that much I know
A need to share? A need to go?
But where I ask? What can I say?
Patience child, a piece of clay
Mold me Lord, please shape my heart
Mold me Lord, to play a part
Use me Lord, Your message heard
Use me Lord, to spread Your word
Christ was sent from God to Earth A plan, a prophesy, a promise from birth…
Let not your heart be troubled Let faith carry the day God’s grace…