A Servant's Heart

Isaiah 49:3 • Philippians 2:5-7

My life, an open book, for You to write each line A servant, by Your grace, by Your design Like Paul, I lay my boast, my wisdom, and my claim Just an instrument, whispering Your name No thought to grasp at power, no will I call my own Completely at Your mercy, by Your love I'm known

Here I stand, Your servant, in Your light Empty me, fill me, make my heart alight A vessel for Your purpose, a mirror for Your grace Let Christ increase in me, erase my fading trace Oh, let Your glory shine through my yielded soul My Master, my everything, make me whole

The King of Heaven, stepped from endless skies Took on a servant's form, before our very eyes He held not to His glory, but gave Himself away To walk the path of sorrow, to greet that final day That same mind, Father, plant it deep in me To count all things as worthless, just to know and serve Thee

Though my hands may labor, though my spirit gives its all Compared to Your vast goodness, I've done nothing at all Not from a broken spirit, but from truth I bow so low A chosen child, yet servant, where Your rivers flow A sacred dignity in this surrender found On hallowed ground, my heart eternally bound

Here I stand, Your servant, in Your light Empty me, fill me, make my heart alight A vessel for Your purpose, a mirror for Your grace Let Christ increase in me, erase my fading trace Oh, let Your glory shine through my yielded soul My Master, my everything, make me whole

A servant's heart, a servant's plea To be found in Christ, eternally Let Your will be done, in all I do My life, Lord, surrendered to You Amen.