When He takes me
the utmost high
will He see me boast
or see my shy?
Will I be rewarded
the Kingdom of Heaven
or parish down under
in refusing His body unleavened?
When a blistering tornado hits the highest volcano
will I sit in front of a T.V. and stare?
Or will I step up and call the people of the city
who are gentle, lost, and in need of urgent care?
When I see you slip and when I hear you cry
will I offer a hand with all hope?
Are you going to grasp it, trusting me forever,
that I am willing to help you up the slope?
I don’t know what I am doing here, alone
or why I am here this way,
but when I ask you to help me through it
please tell me that you’ll always stay.