Lord if I’m wrong, then show the way
Hear now Your servant’s cry
I can’t afford to go astray
For if I do; I’ll die
I know to me You’ve spoken Lord
I know I’m of Your Seed
And so in Christ I can’t afford
To give Your word no heed
But some above me show no fear
Or else they’d change their tune
They see Your servant sitting here
While outside falls to ruin
Some need to know the truth my God
To eat and have their fill
Expose to them Your Healing Rod
Reveal to them Your will
Perhaps they think I’ve filled with pride
Through songs Your servant sings
But You my God, who reigns inside
Will bring about these things
Your will my God, must yet be done
By great; and by the least
To bring much glory to Your Son
And help defeat the beast
We all; are children, in Your hand
The bond, as well as free
When this, authorities understand
A better church we’ll be
Lord; use each child, as You see fit
As servants of The Light
We’re here my God, but not to sit
We’re here to stand and fight…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem