I stand alone in a clearing, sun high, stark.
Is this the training ground, Lord? Will I learn new ways on this spot?
Is this a field of labor? Am I to plow this land?
Or will this, Lord, be a battleground? Are enemy forces even now trickling in and hiding in the trees that surround the meadow?
Grant me willingness, Lord, to rise to any task. You guided my steps and here I stand.
You o’erwatch me, let me make you proud.