He calls me

I leave my fathers house to follow you to the end.
I leave my friends, my comfort and all I know behind.

For you call me to be a city on a hill to those who are lost in the darkness.
To be a fountain of spring water to others.

I am you hand that feeds the hungry.
I'm bringing your fragrance to the dirty slums.
I am your arms that embraces the lonely streetgirl.
I'm spreading your hope amongst the working prostitudes.

I will shine for you, so other may find acceptance and purpose.
I will be your light, so others may be captured by your unconditional love.

burn inside of me and mold me into a ordinary radical.

This oh Lord is my prayer!