November 1988

somewhere out there Lord

is the goal to which I walk

some job to spread your glory

some deed to praise your name

of which I am unaware

I want to work for you

my God who gives me life

I want to serve you as I can

in what you’ve called me to

need I wait

must my years pass by as waste

dear Lord

I feel I spin my wheels here

waiting for your call

wasting my years as days

for what I could do now

yet I feel correct

even blessed by you

to work toward that time

your will is fully known

fill these years of mine

short though they be

with joy and purpose

and labour for you