this song seemed to speak to me today

it may not be on the mountain height
or over the stormy sea.
it may not be at the battle's front
my lord will have need of me.
but if, by a still small voice he calls
to paths that i do not know,
i'll answer dear lord,
with my hand in thine,
i'll go where you want me to go.
i'll go where you want me to go dear lord,
over mountain or plain or sea;
i'll say what you want me to say dear lord;
i'll be what you want me to be.