10/08/2026
Just Give Me Jesus
A Missionary’s Heart in a Busy World
There are calls to make and miles to drive,
So many things to keep this dream alive.
Churches to visit, hands to shake,
Another appointment I need to make.
Letters to write and funds to raise,
Trying to fill up all my days.
Budgets to meet and bills to pay,
Wondering how we'll make it another day.
They tell me to plan, to build, to grow,
To measure success by the numbers I show.
To find more partners and open more doors,
To keep reaching higher and striving for more.
And I know these things must all be done,
There are souls to reach and a race to run.
But somewhere between the work and the strain,
I hear a still voice calling my name.
"Do you remember why you began?
It wasn't for money or the praise of man.
It wasn't for numbers or a ministry name,
It was for the broken, the lost, and the lame."
Lord, I want to be faithful in all that I do,
But sometimes the work pulls my eyes off You.
I'm chasing support, trying to make ends meet,
While someone is waiting for Jesus on the street.
There's a shower to give, a hungry soul to feed,
A hurting heart with a desperate need.
A person forgotten, with nowhere to go,
Who just needs somebody to let them know—
That they're not invisible, they're not alone,
That God still sees them and calls them His own.
And maybe success isn't what others see,
But one broken life finding hope through me.
So I'll make the calls and I'll drive the miles,
I'll write the letters and face the trials.
I'll do what it takes to answer Your call,
But Lord, don't let the business become it all.
If the money comes, let me give You praise,
If it doesn't, still guide my days.
If the crowds are small and the road is long,
Remind me again where I belong.
I don't need a platform, fortune, or fame,
I just want to honor Your holy name.
I don't need applause when the work is done,
I just want to hear, "Well done, My son."
Give me the heart that sees the forgotten,
Give me compassion this world has lost.
Give me the courage to keep on serving,
No matter the struggle, no matter the cost.
And when I get weary from all I must do,
Remind me, Lord, it's always been You.
Not the trailer, the funding, the plans, or the size,
But the love of my Savior reflected in their eyes.
So when the world asks what success will be,
Don't let its definition take hold of me.
For I could raise millions and still miss the call,
If I gain the whole world but lose sight of it all.
I want less of the pressure,
And more of Your peace.
Less chasing approval,
And more time at Your feet.
I'll work while You've called me,
I'll go where You lead.
I'll trust You for provision,
For every single need.
And at the end of the day,
When the work is all through,
I don't want them remembering me—
I want them remembering You.
Because more than the money,
More than success,
More than a ministry the world calls blessed,
Give me the lost.
Give me the broken.
Give me the ones nobody sees.
And above everything this life demands…
Lord, just give me Jesus.
“But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.” — Matthew 6:33 (KJV)
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