Use me, anyway.

I fall short of my own ideals over and over. Yet despite the certainty of my unworthiness, I feel the spirit urging me to venture forth again.

So God, I ask you to use me, anyway.
Take my fears and use me, anyway.
Take my failures and use me, anyway.
Take my arrogance and use me, anyway.
Take my guilt and use me, anyway.
Take my confusion and use me, anyway.
Take my regret and use me, anyway.
I offer all myself to you.
Use me to serve many or few.
In pain or in joy.
Use me as you will.
- Open the Door, by Joyce Rupp