2 Timothy 1:7

God you called me to be humble
But you never had in mind
That I be feeble and be fearful
And defeated all the time.
While you brought me to rock bottom
It was just to bring me up
To heights so lofty and exalted
I could shout about your love
And all would hear my praising voice
As I stood proud of you and tall
And through this little girl, exalted,
Blessings liberally would fall.
Lord, your will have I perverted
When I stare upon my shoes
And shuffle round about, discouraged --
Such a life you’d never choose!
What a disgrace is my depression
What a waste is my self-hate
What an ill-spent opportunity
To manifest your grace.
You want me humble and submissive
But a servant not a slave
For a servant is a steward
While the other’s bound in chains.
Help me be throughout my life
The kind of person who believes
That while unworthy, she’s empowered
And God’s gifts she can receive
With grateful heart, inspired hands
And all the courage to perform
The miracles, the parted seas,
You know, minutiae of the Lord.
For timidity you gave not
To the heirs who bear your name
But spirits powerful, self disciplined,
And zealous for your fame.