Do not count me a sorceress, Lord,
or a diviner, interpreting the moon,
do not count me among the harlots of Babylon
laying waste amid the ruins.
Do not count me a stranger, Lord,
unrelated by distance alone,
count me, Lord, a child of the King,
whose sins have been atoned.
Do not count me as complaining,
facing trials that made me strong,
count me as one in humble reverence,
and count the praises in my song.
Do not count me as proud or haughty,
or unobedient to thy will,
count me as one ever listening
for your voice
for your call.
count on me.
(This poem of mine is older than many of you are. LOL Oh well.)