Sometimes, like today, I feel my own littleness;
How small I am, how big the world, how great you are.
I look at what I do from day to day,
I'm struck by it's insignificance.
In this routine of life I find I'm lost,
So small, doing small things in this great world.
What hope have I to make a change, to leave a mark?
What hope to reach out, touch, the sick and poor?
What difference do I make with what I do?
But then I remember, Lord, all that you do.
Your love for me, the Cross, your Spirit's work.
And the road you've set for me, in which I walk,
In which I stumble, once again, in your pursuit.
Let this be my offering, my worship to you.
With every breath, on every day, in all I do,
My Lord, this sacrifice, my life, small as it is,
I come and place it at your feet.
Please take this which I offer, all I bring
Transform it, Father, use it as you please. |
