Hands open, heart awake,
I walk the path He bids me take.
love the lost, uplift the weak,
in every act, His grace I seek.
Not for glory, not for gain,
but to honor His holy name.
Serving Christ, my joy, my call,
to love, to give-His will, my all.
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