To the desperate eyes and reaching hands To the suffering and the lean To the ones the world has cast aside Where you want me I will be
I will go, I will go I will go, Lord send me To the world, To the lost To the poor and hungry Take everything I am I'm clay within your hands I will go, I will go, send me
Let me not be blind with privilege Give me eyes to see the pain Let the blessing You've poured out on me Not be spent on me in vain Let this life be used for change
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