What I Want

I want to know what I must say
And how it must be said
I want my voice to bring the day
My words to rouse the dead

I want my songs to quell the night
And open deafened ears
I want my pen to bring forth light
To still and waken fears

I want to search and then to find
The way I must prepare
I want to be lost in God’s mind
‘Til His will is my prayer