When I was 16 God spoke to me
Sitting in our garden underneath a tree
He said be of service to the sick and poor
You don’t need to spend your time
Doing nothing any more
Poppa and Momma they don’t understand
I don’t need a mansion, I don’t need a man
I need an occupation, I need to spend my time
Serving and working and using my mind
15 years later, when I was 34
God gave me a mission, he sent me off to war
I studied in secret preparing for that day
When god ask me to serve him in that special way
Poppa and Momma they don’t understand
I don’t want a mansion, I don’t want a man
I want an occupation, I want to spend my time
Serving and working and using my mind
They made me a hero my life was not the same
People everywhere knew my name
I lived in isolation haunted by memories
The sick and the wounded they called out to me