Make This Wretch Your Tool Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Growing by grace in love exceeding
Through Christ giver of life
My service Lord I pray is pleasing
Just like a faithful wife

Remain me true if when I fail
Restore my hope anew
Remove these chains please pay my bail
What am I without You?

I need Your love, Your warm caress
Your Ghost to show the way
Like Jacob Lord, I pray You’ll bless
Through serving You each day

In truth my God in spirit real
With hands, with feet and voice
Regardless of the way I feel
Let service be my choice

I’m here to serve from depth of soul
With all You’ve had to give
I’ll help another reach their goal
I’ll help my neighbour live

Regardless of my talent’s size
How great my gift received
Allow this child to realize
In whom I’ve yet believed

Its not for fortune nor for fame
Not silver gold nor jewel
Anoint to serve in Jesus’ name
Please make this child Your tool

Allow Your strength be present Lord
Stretch forth Your mighty hand
Allow through me Your love be poured
On each and every land…