I walk a path, from God the call,
To stand up “straight”, to stand up tall.
Unworthy am I to be His man,
To bring His Word to all I can??!
My hands were covered with sins for sure,
What load of weight, what curse to endure!
An infinite God, a finite man,
A stench to Him, how could I stand?
He called my heart then cleansed it so,
The price He paid - for blood must flow!
The Son on high, a King made flesh.
His death for man so He could bless!
A God, a man, one in the same,
Through death was death that He did tame.
What cord of death could hold Him down,
and keep from Him His Godly crown?
The Father, the Son, they knew it all,
the price to pay for our great fall.
The work He did, His blood would flow,
SO pure was He, it made us glow!
So now I stand and heed His call
to be His servant and speak to all,
to tell the truth that washes stain,
His love for us does ever rain!
And Jesus came and said to them, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age.”