My Calling

Who will paint my portrait,

Sing my song,

Recite my worth,

When I am unable to believe in myself?

Who will see past my harsh demeanor,

Ignore offensive words,

Look deep inside my heart,

And remind me of who God made me to be?

Who, like Ananias, will see as God sees,

Visit the murderer,

Touch the outcast,

And call the terrorist by a new name, “brother”?

“Whom shall I send and who will go for us?

Who will see as I see,

Speak what I say,

And call things that are not as though they were?”

Here am I, Lord.

Send me.