I am a lowly servant, fearing the Lord,
Holding His commands deep in my heart.
You may drown me in doubt and scorn,
But like a rock, my obedience stands firm.
Does my praise for God's love unsettle you?
Does my song of faith disrupt your day?
You may cast harsh words upon me,
But like a rock, my trust in Him remains unshaken.
Does my joyful face trouble your soul?
Does my broken English make you turn away?
You may ignore my presence,
But like the gentle wind, I embrace you still.
Does my smile disturb your hardened heart?
Do my prayers for enemies seem strange to you?
You may strike me with hatred,
But like incense, my love for you rises ever higher.
For a man of grace and innocence
Once bore whips, thorns, and pain,
Crucified and suffering for all—
In my heart, the cross stands strong.
Temptation may try to shake me,
Hatred may pour upon my path,
Yet God's love is greater than all things,
And His will guides me in love.
Like a rock, my hope, my dream, my destiny is in serving.
Like a rock, my faith in Him will never waver.
