Words and Music by Shannon Cerneka
If you feel my presence in the Eucharist.
If you look upon my face and you feel blessed
Why do you stand there with a stone deciding fate?
Are you guilty hoping I will tame their hate?
What do you believe my friend?
What do you believe about me?
Can you leave a killer’s judgment day to me?
Or don’t you trust that I would act accordingly?
Do you offer what you have so I’ll be fed?
Or do you keep it all and let me starve instead?
What do you believe my friend?
And are you living out my mission?
Father I pray that you would be my wisdom
Show me your way, let me be free.
Father I know. I know that I am not worthy
Just say the word and I shall be healed
I shall be healed.
Will you go therefore and be my feet and hands?
In my name will you baptize in foreign lands?
Will you teach them to obey what I command?
Will you tell them I am with them till the end?
What do you believe my friend?
And are you living out my mission?
© 2004, Shannon Cerneka