I'll Go Where You Want Me To Go Dear Lord

I am getting really anxious about where I will be serving. With every new day comes new guesses and new hopes and new nerves. If I could choose anywhere to go I would choose Europe. Italy, England, Ireland, Finland, anywhere in Europe. I would love to serve there. But I don't want to get my hopes up so I just keep telling myself that I will serve state side. Which I will still love! I was talking to a boy who prayed to go somewhere warm. He got called to Canada which is so far from warmth. He said he had a really hard time before he left and he kept listening to this song over and over. I love this song, and I will go wherever I am called. 

It may not be on the mountain height

Or over the stormy sea,

It may not be at the battle's front

My Lord will have need of me.

But if, by a still, small voice he calls

To paths that I do not know,

I'll answer, dear Lord, with my hand in thine:

I'll go where you want me to go.

Perhaps today there are loving words

Which Jesus would have me speak;

There may be now in the paths of sin

Some wand'rer whom I should seek.

O Savior, if thou wilt be my guide,

Tho dark and rugged the way,

My voice shall echo the message sweet:

I'll say what you want me to say.

There's surely somewhere a lowly place

In earth's harvest fields so wide

Where I may labor through life's short day

For Jesus, the Crucified.

So trusting my all to thy tender care,

And knowing thou lovest me,

I'll do thy will with a heart sincere:

I'll be what you want me to be.

I'll go where you want me to go, dear Lord,

Over mountain or plain or sea;

I'll say what you want me to say, dear Lord;

I'll be what you want me to be.