Works isn’t Working

Since I got to this place, it’s been loud
Everyone yelling at me what I must do,
But it isn’t about them;
It’s about You.
They don’t understand me,
And when I take their word
I forget who I am
Lost in the implied and inferred
But by Your word alone
I live, I love, I have my being
My gifts are worthless to them,
But in You, they are freeing.
I don’t know what home I have.
I can’t speak the language of this land,
But if I can love the least of these-
Carry me. Put us hand in hand.
Let the world know, weak as I am,
I serve the God of might-
You are the Mover- we the moved-
Number our days aright.