You know that I have been for years
I'm here in this pew every Sunday and Wednesday
I've stained it with many a tear
I've given you years of my service
I've always given my best
And I've never asked you for anything much
So Lord I deserve this request
Chorus:
Please don't send me to Africa
I don't think I've got what it takes
I'm just a man, I'm not a tarzan
Don't like lions, or rivers, or snakes
I'll serve you here in suburbia
In my comfortable middle class life
But please don't send me out in the bush
Where the natives are restless at night
I'll see that the money is gathered
I'll see that the money is sent
I'll wash and stack the communion cups
I'll tithe 11 percent
I'll volunteer for the nursery
I'll go on the youth retreat
I'll usher, I'll deacon, I'll go door to door
Just let me keep warming this seat
lalala I love this song also... by Scott Wesley Brown... real special... please read it! cause you have to grasp the meaning...sometimes we're like the guy in the song... I'll service to God is limited to what WE are comfortable to do. what we don't realize is that we're not indispensable to God. He IS God after all... he can use whoever he wants you know...hm...yes... I feel like talking more, but I kind of have to go now...
BYE!
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