Song of the Servant

I sing to myself, whatever one may call me,

And tell of all that is deep within thee.

Of helpfulness, to the treetops I sing,

Yes, yes, yes is all I seem to say,

Bogged down under stress, helpfulness I bring

On my mind, all duties heavily weigh.

What is no? No is not a word known to me,

Under pressure, reflexes take charge saying, certainly!

Grow and grow, I still don’t know what to flee,

Agreeing to everything is old habit, partially.

Habits instilled from a young age,

Caring parents to show God’s love is always there,

I give all sanction on life’s stage,

All creation sings praises through love and strong prayer.

Love is joyous, love is helpful,

Love is giving of myself and seeking no reward.

Christ has taught me to be faithful,

His promise to remain with us is not ignored.

I take His promise with me, wherever I go,

For he sits with me on the ride called, life.

I hand him my struggles and give Him my worship,

He has my full attention like a fife.

His, the moment I entered this world of frenzy,

I will declare that I am Presbyterian,

For I was baptized under the name Mackenzie,

And I will live through the Bible’s criterion. 

Helpfulness is preached from the One above,

And I sing to say, I give Him my love.