I heard this song the other day. It literally moved me to tears. The lyrics are true and beautiful. At the end of the song, the lyrics change to “Father Lead me…”:
So Father, give me the strength
To be everything I’m called to be
Oh, Father, show me the way
To lead them
Won’t You lead me?
To lead them with strong hands
To stand up when they can’t
Don’t want to leave them hungry for love,
Chasing things that I could give up
I’ll show them I’m willing to fight
And give them the best of my life
So we can call this our home
Lead me, ’cause I can’t do this alone
Sometimes I’m tempted to hurry my day along to get to the things that I want to do, things I never have time for. For my own time. My daughter is two right now, and she’ll only be two for a year. I have little time with her considering I work all day, and come home for a few precious hours before she goes to sleep. In reading Phillipians, I came across this verse which I felt echoes what I want to be my desire:
But even if I am being poured out like a drink offering on the sacrifice and service coming from your faith, I am glad and rejoice with all of you.
Even if I am to be poured out, for my name to mean nothing to anyone but my daughters, my wife and my friends. To have no notoriety in the world, it’s worth it for my family to know they are beautiful, valuable, and worth giving up everything for. But I can’t do that alone. I have to tap into the power source so far greater than myself to achieve that goal.