The Unknown Saint

Oh Lord, you end the drought

You bring peace to me in troubled times

Your miracles abound

Oh God, your hand is always near

Your eyes watch over me

You hold me in your hand

Never letting me go

The enemy comes against me

Knocking, beating against my gates

Though I remain strong

For you are with me

Though I walk through the shadow of death

Though I walk through the waters of hopelessness

I linger not

You guide me through the sea

You stay my hand from my enemies

You guide me through the darkness

Into your marvelous light I walk

Though the black of the night surrounds me

I see your light shining like the sun

The land around me is barren

It does not know you

It has not felt your presence

Its roots lay in clay

You tear up the roots of this blackness

You rip them at their core

They answer to you with obeisance

Their roots have failed them

Their doctrines misled them

In wondrous fear they look

As they gaze upon your glory

Lord, may you use me to reach them

Use me to till their soil before their time

Lest they be uprooted

Use me to bring their roots water

Lest they harden in the furnace of sin

Let me be your preacher

Let me be your unknown saint