ALL THAT I AM

The pastors ask for our offerings,
I look at my feet in shame,
I have nothing to give to the master,
If only they knew of my pain.
The deacons carry the bags around,
They go to pass it by me,
As daggers come forth from the pulpit,
A gentle nod is all that they see.

I close my eyes and start praying,
In silence I speak to my King,
All that I am is my offering,
My life, my pain and my sin.

All that I am, this I give thee,
All that I am in my shame,
Nothing to give my Creator,
There’s nothing to deaden the pain.
All that I am I do give Thee,
My faith is little but strong,
All that I am I do give Thee,
So I praise Thee in voice and in song.

The pastor stands up and lowers his head,
We pray and give thanks to our King,
I continue to pray for forgiveness,
For all that I am and my sin.
We lift up our heads then I notice,
The shame that I felt is all gone,
But week after week I keep praying,
The same old forgive me please song.

I don’t care if nobody knows it,
Don’t care about what others do,
‘Cause all that I am I have given,
My God knows this and it’s true.
All that I am shall I give Him,
All that I am shall He know,
In faith and belief He does hear me,
So together and closer we grow.

© Shaun Keast 2001