Hinneh

Here am I, Lord
Withered and beat
Gone in this perpetually dismal defeat
So long have we labored
Hefting the world's burdens to your feet
So long have we waited
Turning not left or right with deceit
So long have we stayed
With nowhere to rest and nothing to eat
So long have we pained
In child-birth till our King takes His seat
The harvest is here
Come, gather your wheat
Wisdom no longer calls to an empty street
Arise, O Lord
Press this coal to my lip
Allow me to feel it's refining heat
Send me.