A song made by Barr. Collins Chialuka
A song made by Barr. Collins Chialuka
Oh Lord, I am ready
(Yes Lord), send me to the city
I am going, Oh Lord, to the city where You send me
I’m walking in the light of Your grace and Your decree
Though the road is long and the shadows might be deep
I have a promise that my soul intends to keep
There is work to be done, there is love to be shown
In the heart of the city where the seeds must be sown
I am listening, Father, for Your guiding hand
To bring Your message to this broken, weary land
(Praise Him)
Use me, Oh Lord, where You send me
In the city streets, let Your glory be my plea
Though the blind are there, though the lame are there, though the cripple are there
Let me be the vessel, let me be the prayer
Yes, use me, Oh Lord, let Your light shine through
I am walking in the service, dear God, of You
(Hallelujah, glory)
I see the faces, Lord, they’re searching for a sign
Let Your healing touch, let it intersect with mine
Where there is sorrow, let me bring a song of peace
For every captive, let the grace of God release
It’s not my strength, Lord, it’s the power of Your name
Fan the embers of my spirit into a holy flame
I’m crossing every border, I’m stepping through the door
To bring Your kingdom to the city evermore
(Thank You Jesus)
Use me, Oh Lord, where You send me
In the city streets, let Your glory be my plea
Though the blind are there, though the lame are there, though the cripple are there
Let me be the vessel, let me be the prayer
Yes, use me, Oh Lord, let Your light shine through
I am walking in the service, dear God, of You
I’m not looking for the gold, I’m not looking for the fame
I’m only looking for the glory of Your holy name
Whatever sacrifice it takes, I’m willing to pay
Just guide my footsteps as I walk this narrow way
(Amen, yes Lord)
So send me to the corner, send me to the square
I’ll find the lost and hurting and I’ll meet them there
With a heart of compassion and a spirit that is true
Everything I do, Lord, I do it all for You
The city is waiting, the harvest is ripe
I’m laying down my burden, I’m dropping every stripe
To be Your servant, to be Your hands and feet
Until the work is finished and the cycle is complete
(Praise Him)
Use me, Oh Lord, where You send me
In the city streets, let Your glory be my plea
Though the blind are there, though the lame are there, though the cripple are there
Let me be the vessel, let me be the prayer
Yes, use me, Oh Lord, let Your light shine through
I am walking in the service, dear God, of You
Yes Lord, send me to the city
(Hallelujah)
I am ready, I am willing, use me Lord
(Glory, thank You Jesus)
Use me Lord, amen.