A pen, in the shirt pocket, let me be,
It's close to the owner's heart, you see.
Yes, near to the heart of the Master, I want to be.

Near to Thy heart, Your loving thoughts to know,
Love and care for dying world to show.
Yes! filled by Thee and held by Thee, assuredly so.

Lord, fill the empty me, with Your Spirit,
To write and show the world Your merit.
Yes, of Thee alone to show, and not my own credit.

Daily with Your Spirit, my soul renew
A shake, a scribble and all that's due.
Yes, when I refuse to write and show the world, your view.

Hold me Lord, in Your loving hands and use,
Make me willing in Your hands, for use.
Yes, to leave Your mark on lives; thus let me be of use

Saviour Lord, cast me not away I pray,
Like an useless pen that's thrown ways.
Yes, In Thy Service, selfless and useful be, always.