Lyrics

Father… the night is long,
And I’ve watched too many candles fade.
Friends grow quiet, bodies break,
And I am still here — holding what You placed in me.

I still have prayers to pray,
I still have Psalms to sing,
I still have hungry mouths to feed,
And hearts that need Your peace.

If this cup is mine to carry,
Then let me drink it full of grace.
Not my will, but Yours be done,
Till mercy fills this place.

I feel the nails, I feel the thorns,
I feel the whips, I feel the weight of the cross.
But I do not ask to be released — I ask to be sent.
Send me where the broken hide, where the lost still bleed,
Send me where the hopeless cry, where mercy has a need.

If this cup is mine to carry,
Then let me lift it in Your name.
Not my will, but Yours be done — through joy, through fire, through pain.
For I still have hearts to heal, and light to show the way,
Till I see Your face in glory, I still have prayers to pray.

If this cup is mine to carry,
Then let me lift it in Your name.
Not my will, but Yours be done — through joy, through fire, through pain.
For I still have hearts to heal, and light to show the way,
Till I see Your face in glory, I still have prayers to pray.