Here Am I, Lord, For Your Work
For Your work, my God, that calls for my best sacrifice
I present myself by Your mercy every time I arise
Overcoming idleness of futile exercise.
In fulfilling my tasks with Your guidance, surely wise...
Here am I, Lord.
For Your work, my Master, that demands my full responsibility
I submit myself, thanking Your salvation-security
Refraining from indulging in laxity.
In exerting my efforts while doing Your entrusted duty...
Here am I, Lord.
For Your work, My Creator, that increases my eternal treasure
I yield myself, so I can be diligent midst labor-measure
Prevailing over worldly pressure.
In performing my roles with Your power’s enclosure...
Here am I, Lord.
For Your work, my Saviour, that deters my earthly toil-anguish
I humble myself midst temptations that make me languish
Abiding in biblical standards I, by Your grace, distinguish.
In shining to reflect Your light no one could extinguish...
Here am I, Lord*.
*Acts 9:10 ... Behold, I am here, Lord.
September 5, 2018
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2018
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