Instrument

I am but an instrument in the father’s Hand,
To spread his Love and Truth and Grace in a lost and dying land.
Without Him there’s no power, to do the work I must,
Only through his Love and Grace, in whom I've learned to trust.
He helps me to go forward, each and every day,
As I bow my knee to him, confess my sin and pray.
I thank him for his mercy, now he dwells within,
And terrys there forevermore to cleanse me of my sin.

RICHARD A PALMER