The stress and struggles of this thing called life.
The unknowns: will I marry and be a good wife?
What school shall I attend; Masters, Doctorate, then what?
Am I even in the right profession, or just stuck in a rut?

Did I mail off that payment? Did I pick up my suit?
I know I'm forgetting something. Is patience part of the fruit?
We have rehearsal tonight?! But, I have other plans.
Help the needy and greedy? Lord, I've only got two hands.

There's Bible Study on Wednesdays and meetings on Monday.
I am practically at Church from Sunday to Sunday.
You've burned my insides like a craftsman with gold.
Flames set hot and long enough, gave newness to the old.

My old friends are gone and some family members too.
You've got my attention, now what must I do?
Dedicate my whole being to focus on You?
Put aside my plans and desires and give what is due?

Should I think of You each second and meditate each day?
Should I fast and pray and watch what I say?
Should I be humble and obedient and forget about myself?
Shall I, Your vessel, just sit here on a shelf?

Waiting to be used by You, is that my only goal?
Have You the rights to my spirit and the papers to my soul?
Pray harder, listen better, study more and sin less?
And my God silenced me, as I felt Him say. . ."Yes."

Whatever I command, you should do with no delay.
You must study My Words and walk in My Way.
I will cleanse you from all you have done to yourself.
For you know not the time, you'll be pulled from the shelf.