In Our Hands
The world is laid before us,
Awaiting our command
School is slow receding and
The earth is in our hand
They say I can do any
Thing that I desire
I could save the dying
Or save a babe from fire
I could go to college
And be a businessman
Or skip the lot and fly around
For years without a plan
But what I want the most is
Just one simple thing
To serve the God of Heav’n and earth
My Savior and my King
I want to show my love to
Those who need it most
And share the joy of language with
A temporary host.
I long to be a linguist
A master of the word
And use my skill to love and care
For those who’ve not yet heard
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