"Just content to be a son
With no ambition to succeed
In realms of earth, and have no need
Of popularity's acclaim,
With no ambition to succeed
In realms of earth, and have no need
Of popularity's acclaim,
Or purchase for myself a name
In serving Christ; for He must be
The Lord throughout eternity.
To see His face and hear His voice,
And do His bidding is my choice.
In serving Christ; for He must be
The Lord throughout eternity.
To see His face and hear His voice,
And do His bidding is my choice.
Just content to be a son,
A son of God without a home,
A son of God without a home,
To stay, or go, or wait, or roam...
Hither and yon without a plan,
Hither and yon without a plan,
Led of the Spirit, not of man.
I'll have no monument of praise,
I'll have no monument of praise,
But I'll have peace in God's own ways;
And though I tread this earthly sod,
And though I tread this earthly sod,
Just content to be a son,
Misunderstood, and yet I know
The path I take shall overflow
With life abundant and with grace.
I only need to run the race
With patience, waiting, seeing Him...
Hearing the still small voice within.
If others want the earth to quake...
I'll hear His voice when I awake.
No words to say... but what He says;
No work to do... but what He does;
No fear or worry, anxious care,
I live with Him, His yoke I share...
No name to make, He writes His own
Upon the heart's pure glistening stone;
No life to live, I lay it down,
I'll share His cross... and live again.
'TO HIM THAT OVERCOMETH WILL I GIVE TO EAT OF THE HIDDEN MANNA, AND WILL GIVE HIM A WHITE STONE, AND IN THE STONE A NEW NAME WRITTEN, WHICH NO MAN KNOWETH SAVING HE THAT RECEIVETH IT.' REVELATION 2:17"
From: Warnock, G. (1980) Feed My Sheep.