Lord, before me is a task
I will do, because You ask.
I don’t embark expecting bliss;
But by Your grace this rod I kiss.
The fiery furnace beckons me,
I go, fulfilling your degree.
Please, dear Jesus, hold my hand;
Give me grace to trials withstand.
Humiliation surely calls;
Unless You hold me I will fall.
You were upheld by a cross;
Your dignity, a total loss.
May my mission honor You,
Help me walk in love and truth.
This path is painful, but I know
You are with me e’er I go.
