Oh Father, do release my mind and heart
To work Your will in me to do Your work.
They're those who from You, they would hope I'd part.
They're those who'd see me destitute and hurt.
And though you've called them up to spiritual heights,
They linger in the shadows 'neath your realm.
Although you've given power, love and might,
They double-minded wish to take Your helm.
And You have painted such a truth to me.
And I so tiny, small and You so great,
And You have blinded eyes to I could see,
That You in me will stem their flood of hate.
Oh Lord, as you did smite by angel hands
Your Villains, do lift up this tiny lamb.