by Barb Berens
That was always the cry of my heart:
Lord Send me! Send me!
Yet here I sit,
Unable to drive, not walking so well
How does this all work now?
The cry of my heart now is still
Send me! Send me!
You tell me that where I go You are
Even if it is in my little red room
With one other person
Listening, praying, sending.
Your ways are far above my ways
Your thoughts way better than mine
Sending looks different now..
I am sent into hearts
I am sent into places of fear
I am never alone, You are with me.
I am so grateful for Your new definition
If send means sit, send means listen
If send means try to understand.
Keep it up Lord!
Send me! Send me!
That was always the cry of my heart:
Lord Send me! Send me!
Yet here I sit,
Unable to drive, not walking so well
How does this all work now?
The cry of my heart now is still
Send me! Send me!
You tell me that where I go You are
Even if it is in my little red room
With one other person
Listening, praying, sending.
Your ways are far above my ways
Your thoughts way better than mine
Sending looks different now..
I am sent into hearts
I am sent into places of fear
I am never alone, You are with me.
I am so grateful for Your new definition
If send means sit, send means listen
If send means try to understand.
Keep it up Lord!
Send me! Send me!