Not so much bad poetry and bad rhyme...

Lord, I want your will to do,
To serve you all my life through.
But I only seem to know,
Where I want to go.
O Lord please show me,
What my future ought to be.

Lord, I want your will to do,
To serve you all my life through.
My hopes and dreams are clear,
But God's voice I long to hear.
You I want to trust,
For you are kind and just.

Often the choices that I make
Are for my own sake.
Lord shape my will to be
In line with what you want for me.
In the years from now to my end,
I want you proud to call me friend.

Amen