1. Lord, yes, I know the call goes on
past these arrivals and beyond
all that I know of who I am:
I shall keep striving to respond.
Here I am claimed,
wrestled and named.
Dark turns to light;
grant me the sight.
2. Nothing as simple as one “yes”
answers the urging that I hear.
Nevertheless I celebrate
all the assents despite the fear.
How I am wooed,
tracked and pursued.
Losing I find
me in your mind.
3. Here I have come to be your priest:
here is my future for your own.
Holding your life within my hands,
let me embrace the grace I’m shown.
Here I am heard,
speaking your word,
lifted above
self in your love.
Barbara Messner 2000
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Barb, poet priest 
That’s great — I have downloaded. Personal, yes. Great resource — yes, as well!
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Writing this song was part of my discovery of call. I wrote it and sang it for an associate’s ordination hence the attempt at a blues tune. However, having written it, tears of longing revealed my identification with what i had written.
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