I Hear my Name

Manoling Francisco, SJ

Lord, I walked one cold night
And heard the wind call my name.
I closed my ears, still I heard
The call of the wind from within.

Lord, I'm weak and small.
What can I do for You, my Lord?
I fear to be called, to behold
Jerusalem awaiting me.

Lord, I heard my name,
And in shame I turned away.
But I felt so cold to be far from my Lord,
Far from You, my Lord.

Lord, I hear my name.
Now I go before You, my Lord.
If it is Your will,
Let it be, let it be.
Let me be what You will.
Let me do Your will.