Here I Am

Give me the crayons
I wanna color
Life into these people
Like they've never seen before

But You've got their story
One I could never write
But I wanna add color
Life into these people

You've shown me a rainbow
From red all the way to green
Of Your rich, sweet taste
They don't know what they're missing

Give me the crayons
I wanna color
Life into these people
Like they've never seen before

Up before lunch and down before breakfast
Trivial tasks all in between
Were is the life in tasks and selfishness?
You are in the trees and in the sunshine

You are the dirty faces in the projects
You are the crackhouse on Seventh
You are the grumbling belly in the old grass shack
You are the lepor by the gate
You are the whore who's thirsty
For more more more

Will You let me give You water, clothes on Your back?
Would You let me be You to them, the ones who lack?
Let me go to the places they're afraid to go
Let me be the one you choose
Here I am, Lord.
Here I am, Lord.
Here I am, Lord.

I'm not afraid.