Paul's Prayer

Sweet and gentle Master lay upon my tired brow
The hand that rolled the waters back and
Fed a hungry crowd
Walk with me with humble feet that must have bled with wear
That same sole earth that saw your laughter slowly change to tears
Although you loved and cared for me just look at all I’ve done
Denouncing you and how you died
You-whom God called His Son
And still you ask for nothing but my faith and hope in you
While you gave all you had to give
That I'd but follow you.