Wherever

O Lord I pant.
I pant for Your Touch
Your undeniable presence in my life.

O how robbed are those who have not felt it.
Lead me along Your Path,
So that I may lead others to the origin of their's in You.

Take me wherever You must.
Geographically, intellectually, or financially.
Do not let the "me" get in the way of You.

Lead me wherever.
Wherever the harvest is plentiful and my sickle is effective.

You have instructed us to go.
May I go where You have prepared.

As I do, may I be strengthened in You.
Becoming the vessel You have created me to be.

The path must lead directly to Your throne room.
It must pull many from the muck,
Dragging them against the will of Satan into the glory of Your presence.

Take me wherever it must be.