As the hurricanes and typhoons twirled,
I wish I could preach to the entire world.
...but I can't.
And standing so firm, like a giant red cedar,
I wish I could be a nation's great leader.
...but I can't.
Or be as appealing as double feature,
I wish I could be a big TV preacher.
...but I can't.
If I had two wishes, or even one choice,
I wish I could sing with a heavenly voice.
...but I can't.
If I could know Jesus, I mean really know Him,
I think I could write a masterful poem.
...but I can't.
I tell you the truth- that I am sincere,
but seems I can't make myself perfectly clear.
I sit here alone with but one lonely tear,
yet God says, go forth, you must persevere.
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