Classic Poem

I'll go where You want me to go, dear Lord;
Real service is what I desire;
I'll say what You want me to say, dear Lord—
But don't ask me to sing in the choir.

I'll say what You want me to say, dear Lord;
I like to see things come to pass;
But don't ask me to teach girls and boys, dear Lord—
I'd rather just stay in my class.

I'll do what You want me to do, dear Lord;
I yearn for the Kingdom to thrive;
I'll give You my nickels and dimes, dear Lord—
But please don't ask me to tithe.

I'll go where You want me to go, dear Lord;
I'll say what You want me to say;
I'm busy just now with myself, dear Lord—
I'll help You some other day.