Here I am sitting before the master
“The worthless slave”, deeply engraved
Open to your command
Still more to decipher
Still more to understand
Still grasping to catch the drift
Praying that these scenes will forever stick
In my mind
In my heart.
That I shall continue to remember
In times of the struggle
O cursed sojourner.
I cannot but bring to offer
Myself constantly, continually to the master
A worthless slave, I find myself to be.
Open to His will for me.
Here I am sitting before the master.
Looking deeply into His eyes, waiting for my next command
A slave, asking waiting, listening...
Patiently...
Patiently...
To hear His voice.
A worthless slave. Not worthy to sit as such.
But here I am sitting before the master.
Me yes, me. Without value or merit.
A person owned by and has to serve another.
That is who and what I am.
That is what I do.
I serve without expecting acknowledgement
I serve without expecting a reward,
I tend the field and yet wait on my master.
I am a worthless slave,
Slaving myself for the kingdom.
So here I am sitting before my master.
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