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I Would Rather

by Patricia Joan Polhans

I would rather that I be chosen
As a hostess up in heaven.
One to be a servant to the King
And tend to his many children.

I'd rather be chosen as his
Glorious, spotless bride,
His holy, pure white church
That would sit at his right side.

I would rather be the one chosen
To have the honor and privilege
Of being a lowly little servant to
God's precious hallowed image.

I'd rather be the one that was able
To sit before his holy throne,
The one who'd shine his shoes, comb his hair,
And never leave him all alone.

I'd rather be the one in charge of
Dressing many in fine white linen
To appear before God's throne
Where he has power and dominion.

I rather be the servant girl
To wash and press his priestly gowns
While others fell down to worship Him
Upon the hallowed ground.

I'd rather be the one allowed
To polish his Golden Throne
While others gathered 'round him
Singing adorations to him alone.

I rather be the one allowed
To worship at his precious feet.
Just to be his faithful servant
Would make my life complete.

For I'd rather be a servant in
The house of the Almighty King
Than to be cast into outer darkness
Where teeth would be weeping and gnashing.

I know the King will accept me
Into his glorious Kingdom there
As I fall prostrate on the ground
I know there's room for me right there?

I'd fall upon my face before him
Wash his feet with my long hair
If I could just be his servant
I'd be complete in heaven there.

I'd rather be a doorkeeper
Within the house of my God
Than to have all riches and honor
And be heard here and abroad.

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