I wrote this poem after listening to General Conference on my mission, and I decided to share this poem this week.
As a missionary, I think a lot about being an instrument in the hands of God, and I thought about what different tools would symbolize and represent in terms of our earthly duties and responsibilities and ability to do God’s will.
Originally written Nov 12, 2018
Make Me
Make me a tool to change the world,
And shape me to Thy will.
Make me the instrument to move
Thy great work forward, still.
I’ll be a sword, if Thou dost wish,
To fight for right and truth.
Or be a plow, to break the ground,
And bring forth life and fruit.
I’ll be the hammer, building up
The people I’m around,
Or be the nail and hold them fast
And firmly to the ground.
I’ll be the sail, and drive along
My fellow travelers,
Or be the rudder, guiding true
Would-be wanderers.
I’ll be the hand, stretched out to lift,
To heal a life for good
I’ll be the one to follow Him
And do as He would do.
Refine me in Thy fire, Lord
Forge me strong, so I
Can go forth in Thy strength and might
Each moment till I die.
And come to Thee, that day to know
That I’ve done all I can.
And done the work Thou sendest me
Among the sons of man.
