I want to preach the Word.
They want massages.
I check chapter and verse.
They check their watches.
I spy another yawn.
I might as well be gone.
Let's stand and say 'Amen.'

Some days, I must admit,
I still don't get this.
Could be it's time to quit
When days get like this.
I slip into the night,
Then stumble toward the light,
Wake up, and try again.

When You called my name,
I didn't know how far the calling went.
When You called my name,
I didn't know what that word really meant.
When I recall Your call
I feel so small.
When I recall Your call
I feel so small.

Could be I'm losing touch.
Could be they don't care.
Lord knows I don't know much.
Lord knows I've been there.
I trip toward my retreat,
I fall down at Your feet,
Get up, and try again.

When You called my name,
I didn't know how far the calling went.
When You called my name,
I didn't know what that word really meant.
When I recall Your call
I feel so small.
Lord, what did You see
When You called out for me?

I start losing heart
And then it comes again,
Lifted from despair
By the prayers of someone.
Lifted from despair
By the prayers of someone.

When You called my name,
I didn't know how far this calling went.
When You called my name,
I didn't know what that word really meant.
When You called my name.
When You called my name.

By Peter Furler, Steve Taylor