I am looking for children
Who are willing, to "Their Selves" to die
To lay their ambitions
Desires aside
To bear in their bodies
The marks of the cross
Withstand the heat of the fire
As I burn off the dross
To count all their gains
As though they were loss
To stand true to My calling
Regardless of cost
Be willing to wait
For Heaven's reward
And even in dark times
Still call Me Lord
It will not be easy
But with you I will be
But I need you to say
Here am I, Lord send me
Cheremiah