Here I go!

I remember when I was on fire.
I remember what I did.
I did not know much then.
But I was looking for the lost.

Now the fire has died.
Down to nothing more than cinders.
All that was left were burnt logs,
and ashes...

But You. You came and reignited me
All it took was one log,
and a spark.
And the fire burns again.

The wind blows hard,
trying to extinguish my flame.
But He comes and adds more fuel.
Thus my flame burns brighter.

Yes the harvest is great!
But the labourers are few.
So here I am Lord.
Send me.

Armed with a sickle,
and a basket.
The harvest is ready
It's time to bring it in.

Here I go.
Into all the earth.
Living out Your Word.
Making Your praise heard!