Surrender
God had a work for me to do,
A path for me to tread,
But oh, how steep the way appeared
When I looked far ahead.
I said, “Lord, I know fairer fields
Where there is work to do,
Fields with a harvest plenteous
Where laborers are few;
“And see, this path is full of thorns
And burning desert sands.”
He said, “Each thorn becomes a rose
When God Himself commands.”
“The path gives room for only one–
Must I so lonely be,
Without a friend to cheer?” He said,
“There’s room enough for Me.”
“‘Twill take a greater instrument
To do the work You’ve planned–”
He said, “The smallest tool fits well
Within the Master’s hand.”
He waited till I’d finished, then
He answered patiently,
“You’ve told me all that you can do–
Now, why not look to Me?”
And so, in shame, from all of self
I turn my eyes away
And simply lay my hand in Thine,
And say, “Lord, lead the way.”