Lord Please tell me what it is I used to do Was I not a prophet, or a dreamer, or a seer? All people I had fooled Please tell me who it is used to be Did I not proselytize over land and sea Begetting twice the sons of hell as me? And tell me, Lord Who holds the key the heaven's narrow doors? 'Cause every time I try to open them I open my right hand and find a stone And with my left Outstretched for every gift that I produce I lay in wait for seven more To compensate for every gift that I misuse Oh, in all I've done I've done all in vain Till I learned to say Thy will be done In all I was I was all in vain I will learn to obey Thy will be done All who hold to the words to surrender all To who gives and takes away, and builds from naught