As long as my trembling fingers touch the surface of an unknown adventure
As long as my distressed heart pumps enough strength to continue my Great Commission
As long as my indignant hands grip the throat of world hunger
As long as my hungry arms cradle the exhausted child
As long as my tired lungs breathe the air of a foreign country
As long as my life stirs a motion of change
As long as my whispered call echoes the story of Christ
Because it is then that my soul will be lost in the Lord’s work.
As long as my distressed heart pumps enough strength to continue my Great Commission
As long as my indignant hands grip the throat of world hunger
As long as my hungry arms cradle the exhausted child
As long as my tired lungs breathe the air of a foreign country
As long as my life stirs a motion of change
As long as my whispered call echoes the story of Christ
Because it is then that my soul will be lost in the Lord’s work.
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