Lord, when you came to the seashore You weren't seeking the wise or the wealthy

Lord, when you came to the seashore

You weren't seeking the wise or the wealthy,

But only asking that I might follow.

Lord, you knew what my boat carried;

Neither money nor weapons for fighting,

But nets for fishing, my daily labor.

Lord, have you need of my labor,

Hands for service, a heart made for loving,

My arms for lifting the poor and broken?

Lord, send me where you would have me,

To a village, or heart of the city;

I will remember that you are with me.

Chorus

O Lord, in my eyes you were gazing,

Kindly smiling, my name you were saying;

all I treasured, I have left on the sand there;

Close to You, I will find other seas.