I’m weak and I’m weary,
But I’m here.
I have a passion for You
Deep within,
Yet on the outside,
I underestimate myself.
I know I’m Your child
And I could do anything with Your help,
But I don’t feel that way.
I won’t let that stop me.
I may only be,
A meager human,
But I’m Yours
And I’m here.
I’m so scared.
My hopes are high
And my doubts soaring.
I know You won’t give to me more than I can handle,
But what if You give me an amount that challenges me
Just enough for me to fail?
I don’t want to let You down
And I’d give it my best,
But, oh, Lord, I’m so nervous.
I’m here, though,
I’m here.
Father,
I can’t help but wonder,
If You assign me something,
What will it be?
Could I handle a tough one?
Lord, I hope not,
I need a practice run.
I’m so anxious to work for You,
But I’m so scared.
I’m here,
I’m here to help.
I love You,
I want to be Your servant and tool,
To find happiness in pleasing You,
To make a difference,
No matter how big or small,
I guess, Father,
I’m not trying to say I’m weak or weary
Or even nervous or scared,
I’m here to say,
I’m willing.
Age 14