Bend me.

I will go where You call me to go-

I will go where You send me.

I will be who You’ve made me to be-

I will yield, LORD.

Please bend me.

“Direct my day,”

Lord, this I pray.

My path is in the open fields of grain,

Ripened for harvest on the golden plain.

I will sow what you lend me.

I will go where You send me…

“Direct my day,”

Lord, this I pray.

The harvest is ripe. The time is so near.

My heart is so full, my vision unclear…

Do I reap, dear Father, where I have not sown,

or

do I reap the field that I have always known?

I will go where You call me to go-

I will go where You send me.

I will be who You’ve made me to be.

I will yield Lord.

Please bend me.

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