Lord, call me.
Your servant I want to be!
Show me your way!
Send me, I say!
What! You’re calling me to love those who hate me?
Wait a minute! Hold on, I have neither the desire nor will to complete that task.
Give me something more pleasant. I ask!
You want me to bless those trying to destroy me?
What you require is too hard for little weak-kneed me!
I don’t want to help my enemies!
The degree of goodness it takes to do that is not rooted in me.
I will do good when it benefits me.
Please don’t ask me to do it anonymously!
For you see, others won’t laud me.
I want to serve you by doing things that gratify me.
I will testify about your goodness to everyone I see.
Just give me the grace to humiliate anyone who dares cross me.
Against such people, I will fight.
I will sing of your power and might.
Just purge my critics and compel them to take flight.
In them, my sin, I see.
Please, God, help me!
Condon me not helping those whom you’ve sent to me.
They are not the ones I choose.
In helping them, there is no glory for me.
I reject them until they are of immediate benefit to me.
Preaching, I will gladly do.
Prison ministry, I will humbly and proudly do that too.
Praying, I will pray loud and long day and night night and day, I shall pray.
Please help me, Lord, is my plea!
Almighty, don’t you see!
I want to serve Thee!
But the things you require are too hard for me!
If I do what you ask, people will see you; not me!
They will criticize, isolate, shun, and vilify me.
That burden is too much for me.
Let them see me in you, not you in me!
But, call me!