Dear Lord, I neglected to witness.
The cry of the lost I ignored.
But now I take up Thy commission
To reach the unsaved, precious Lord.
Dear God when I should have been silent,
I argued and spoke out of turn.
Thy truths I flung down in great anger;
Nought could souls from me therefore learn.
Dear Lord, Thou hast held out obedience
To me as I walked on life’s way,
But I did not grasp it; I loathed it,
And wandered from Thee every day.
Ah Lord, this great sorrow and sickness,
The suffering I must embrace,
Has made me embittered and angry.
It shows clearly upon my face.
My child, you can let what I hold out
Fall down to the ground and be lost,
Or take what I’ve placed on your pathway,
Accepting the pain and the cost.
Yes, Lord, I will not let the burdens
And callings fall down to the ground,
But rather allow them to make me
A blessing wherever I’m found.