Missions

“Don't Send Me To Africa”

      O Lord I'm your willing servant

      You know that I have been for years

      I'm here in this pew every Sunday and Wednesday

      I've stained it with many a tear

      I've given you years of my service

      I've always given my best

      And I've never asked you for anything much

      So Lord I deserve this request

      Chorus:

      Please don't send me to Africa

      I don't think I've got what it takes

      I'm just a man, I'm not a tarzan

      Don't like lions, or rivers, or snakes

      I'll serve you here in suburbia

      In my comfortable middle class life

      But please don't send me out in the bush

      Where the natives are restless at night

      I'll see that the money is gathered

      I'll see that the money is sent

      I'll wash and stack the communion cups

      I'll tithe 11 percent

      I'll volunteer for the nursery

      I'll go on the youth retreat

      I'll usher, I'll deacon, I'll go door to door

      Just let me keep warming this seat