Lord, save me in the future
While I am at present of clear mind
For those moments when I turn
From You, and become blind
I send a message ahead
While this peace remains
Before the tests I dread
Come, with evening days
This is my hope and prayer
To commit this flesh into Your care
That in the day I forget You will still remember me
And strike with Your rod this wandering sheep
Grant this to me:
That neither writing desk, pulpit or conference rooms
Would be where I stand or most reside
But in the hospital for the healing of wounds
And the battle-field where bids the fight
I ask this while there's still rest
For I fear the days I will forget
Your glory, and seek to impose my Flesh
And my First Love I long have left
Discontent will come to fight the faithful days
Coveting earthly pleasure, courting mortal fame
Service and knowledge, by pride stained
All supposing godliness is a means of gain
Surely there is a heavenly reward
That answers faithfulness
Causing love to neighbor more
(No earthly wealth to lust or hoard)
It is won by meekness and not by the sword
The pulpit, the conference rooms, or writing desk
May it not be there that I spend most of my time
But there where needs and spiritual enemies press
At the battle-field and hospital, me, You will find
This is what and why I pray now
For without grace I wander and am proud
In mysterious love, You've promised to answer
In the day of my trouble
Though this prayer I forget and You remember
May You be glorified and I be humbled
Your mercies, O Lord, endure forever
My future self I surrender to Your plans
Oh, do not forsake the work of Thy hands
~Kapakumbabaan sa atin at kadakilaan sa Diyos~
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