Sometimes it comes in the Spirit’s breeze
You reach for the deepest hope in me
And call out for the things of eternity
But I’m a man of dust and stains
You move in me, so I can say
Here I am, Lord send me
All of my life, I make an offering
Here I am, Lord send me
Somehow my story is a part of Your plan
Here I am
When setbacks and failures, and upset plans
Test my faith and leave me with empty hands
Are You not the closest when it’s hardest to stand?
I know that You will finish what You began
And these broken parts You will redeem
Become the song that I can sing
Overwhelmed by the thought of my weakness
And the fear that I’ll fail You in the end
In this mess, I’m just one of the pieces
I can’t put this together but You can
Here I am, Lord send me
I want to live my life as an offering
Here I am, Lord send me
Somehow my story is a part of Your plan
Here I am
Here I am, all my life an offering to You, to You
Somehow my story is a part of Your plan
Here I am
