I've been wondering of late

what You're calling me to do.

But if I follow You through a gate

will I have bitten off more than I can chew?

I have heard Your voice,

and I have a vague view

of which path is of Your choice

And it's one where I will serve You.

But Lord, can what I think be right?

there's so many different forms;

but I know You'll lead me through the night

and through the most violent of storms.

God, help me to see Your way,

and follow the path You choose.

I am simply made of clay

for You to mold and use.

Copyright Š1996 Julie Allen

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