Take me where you need me Lord
Let my feet not go till then
For there’s a place of open fields
Where We can refresh men.

Let me not rush before Thy walks
But pace in tune behind
For You must go on up ahead
And never be left behind.

My heart it aches with anxious cries
Your Glory does beckon me “come.”
For I see this cloudy pillar of fire
Has rested now gently above.

“Thy field is ripe and harvest prepared
Thy sickle is ready to swing
So take what you know, child, with fearless resound
And love them all well With Me.”

April 21, 2016