I’ll be the sweeper of the floor
Nothing less and nothing more
If that is what you have in store
For me my Lord
And if you should have me wait
All along the watchtower gate
No option would I rather take
Than obey you
I’ll be the one to live
I’ll be the one to die
Like the perfect lamb you sacrificed
To you have I belonged
Before the dawn of time
Who am I to question your reason or rhyme?
I’ll be the keeper of a toll
In my tollbooth all alone
If that is where your glory shone
Most brightly through me
And if you should have me stand
In the furnace of a wicked man
This too would be part of your plan
For me my lord
I just fall on my face in worship of you
With my all I say
Take me anyplace
