Because Wednesday was the day this was written, and I can’t come up with a good title.
I don’t want a life I can handle.
I don’t want a job I can do.
I want to stand on the Impossible’s brink
And see it accomplished by You.
I ask not that the path would be easy.
I ask not that the tears would be few.
I want to run this race so hard that I stumble,
To be picked up and carried by You.
Send me giants to slay by Your power.
Give me mountains faith only can move.
Clear a path through the sea and destroy every foe.
So the victory brings glory to You.
Let the world see Your power in weakness.
And give credit where credit is due.
This weak, trembling servant could do nothing alone.
But yearns to be used greatly by You.