Lord, the need is so great.
The hungry, the sick, the thirsty,
the misplaced, the orphans and widows,
the scattered, the dying, the weak.
Lord what can one man do?
Millions are fleeing war, dying of hunger.
I am paralyzed and overwhelmed!
Lord what can I do?
If I cast aside everything I have
I could not make a dent in the problem.
Yet I must do something. If I go
will I be a help or just another person,
another mouth, another burden?
What do these people need, Lord?
Am I upset because they don't have
the bare minimum I believe a person needs
to survive or are their needs different?
Are you doing a work in these people where
my injecting myself into their situation could
actually interfere with your will?
Surely you cannot want thousands
to die of hunger, could you?
You are a God of love, perfect love casts out fear,
so I must believe that you want me to relieve fears.
There are things my heart knows that my mind
cannot understand, I know that by lifting up one
person, we all rise. I will find a way to feed the hungry,
to care for the orphan, to comfort the widow,
to gather the scattered, to tend to the dying
and protect the weak.
I can do all things through God who gives me strength,
through the Holy Spirit who gives me direction
and through Jesus, who showed that there is no
greater love than for us to server one another,
even on to death. Open the doors, I will be your hands.
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