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I said, “Yes, Lord, I’ll go where you call me
And I’ll do what you want me to do.”
But how could I know as I knelt there,
That He’d ask me to stay here with you?
I thought surely He’d call me to China
Or to Africa’s faraway shore.
I would gladly have sailed o’er the ocean,
But He whispered, “I need you next door.”
It’s the faraway task that seems brightest
And the grass seems more green o’er the way;
But how can He use me afar off,
If I fail those I meet every day?
It’s so easy to look past my neighbor
Who has needs only God can supply;
God forgive me if I, like the Levite,
Have been passing some suff’ring one by.
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