Let It Be

I do not know your purpose
or comprehend your will,
but I have been your servant:
Keep me your servant still.

The word that you have spoken
has broken over me
for healing of the broken—
O Lord, then let it be.

Let it be, in your mercy,
that grace through me should spill,
that hungry ones and thirsty
with all good things be filled.

Not by my hand are scattered
the mighty or the proud,
but let my pride be shattered,
my arrogance cast down,

that when you come redeeming
the locust-eaten years,
my feeble eyes may see it,
though wearied by my tears.

And though those years stretch onward,
give me the oil I need
to watch while night creeps dawnward
and wait the quick'ning seed.

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