Please Don’t Send Me to Africa

O Lord, I am Your willing servant
You know that I have been for years
I'm here in this pew every Sunday and Wednesday
I've stained it with many a tear
I've given You years of my service
And I've always given my best
And I've never asked You for anything much
So, Lord, I deserve this request

Please don't send me to Africa
I don't think I've got what it takes
I'm just a man, I'm not a Tarzan
I don't like lions, gorillas or snakes
I'll serve You here in suburbia
In my comfortablе middle class life
But pleasе don't send me out into the bush
Where the natives are restless at night

I'll see that the money is gathered
I'll see that the money is sent
I'll wash and stack the communion cups
I'll tithe eleven percent
I'll volunteer for the nursery
I'll go on the youth group retreat
I'll usher, I'll deacon, I'll go door to door
Just let me keep warming this seat

Please don't send me to Africa
I don't think I've got what it takes
I'm just a man, I'm not a Tarzan
I don't like lions, gorillas or snakes
I'll serve You here in suburbia
In my comfortable middle class life
But please don't send me out into the bush
Where the natives are restless at night

Please don't send me to Africa
I don't think I've got what it takes
I'm just a man, I'm not a Tarzan
I don't like lions, gorillas or snakes
I'll serve You here in suburbia
In my comfortable middle class life
But please don't send me to the ends of the earth
Where the natives are restless at night