I May not be a prodigal Son; May not be Jabez
I May not be Jacob; May be not Moses
Might not been strong like Samuel,
Might be chosen like David,
Maybe even wiser than Solomon
Still I don’t understand, never understood
The little mysteries of life
I may not be that good looking friend,
that truthful human,
that beautiful soul, not even a handsome fellow;
yet I believe that I was once called to do things
of my father who sent me
I was sent to earth for a purpose
Was made special for that same purpose
But now I realize something which I’ve failed to see
Understood the mysteries I never listened to
Known my mission down here on earth
They say I always change my being
Chameleon even with more specific than that of Joseph
Might not be a dreamer, maybe not an interpreter
But I am whom God says I am
Now I understand my mistakes, my little sins
Now I realize I’m wrong, was mislead, now I know,
So I bring myself back under subjection
Throwing my pride away from where I picked it
Throwing my foolishness, my stupidity
Those things I never realized were wrong.
My hidden sin.
I bring them not open to the world
I open up my heart with total submission
Take me! Use me! Mould me!
Here I am Lord.
Let me be foolish enough to know you
Stupid to do your words and obey them
Useful in your vineyard
And even wiser than Solomon
Make me that covenant child
Make me! Use me! Clean Me!
Here I am Lord, Use me!