Laying in the prone

My fear as calloused as the toughest stone

Sent to a land unknown, having not been walked

Instilled with fear, I continue to balk

But, the Lord commands, Do not be afraid, I am your rock

Sent as building blocks 

To a land only evil could concoct, wasting away like dry bones

Led by the Spirit, I am able to speak a melodious tone 

Through which the light of the Father is shown

I follow His rhythm like a metronome 

All He wants is to be known.