My tongue is tied, I cannot speak.
I'm not perfect, I know i'm weak.
I want to help, I want to teach
a goal it seems, I cannot reach.
I pray and read, study and try
I cannot teach, I wonder 'why?'.
The Spirit burns, a fire bright.
it gives me hope, a guiding light.
The Holy Ghost, my soul does feed
Earthly words, it does not need
It speaks to us, a message true.
To us it tells, what we should do.
It can be hard, when doubts appear
but trust the Lord, and do not fear.
Now I know, that there's a way,
I think of this, both night and day.
For now i'm weak, but will be strong.
With faith in Him, I wont wait long.
When troubles come, when faith is tried
keep in mind, for us Christ died.
Ulanbaatar, Mongolia Mission