This song, with songbook, is available on Carol Johnson's Isn't It Good To Know.

I have no hands but yours to tend my sheep
No handkerchief but yours to dry
The eyes of those who weep
I have no arms but yours with which to hold
The ones grown weary from the struggle
And weak from growing old
I have no voice but yours with which to sing
To let my children know that I am Love
And Love is everything
I have no way to feed the hungry souls
No clothes to give the naked
The ragged and the cold
So be my heart, my hands, my tongue
Through you all will be done

Fingers have I none to help untie
The tangled knots and twisted chains
That strangle fearful minds
I have no one but you to clean the mess
When war and greed destroy the land
That I've so richly blessed
I have no legs but yours with which to dance
No way to show my faithfulness
Unless you'll take a chance
I have no way to open people's eyes
Except that you will show them how
To trust the inner light
So be my heart, my hands, my tongue
Through you all will be done.

I have no higher call for you than this:
To love and serve your neighbor
In joy and selflessness

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