Rough draft ;)

Oh me? Lord surely not.
My voice is sure to catch,
The words will not come.
They'll look on me with wrath,
They'll make me feel ashamed.
Send a better rather,
Lord, send Aaron.

"Think you know My ways,
Think you know yourself?
Who are you to say,
I must send someone else
I say you must go,
I say speak my words
But do not be afraid, I send you not alone
Aaron may go with his staff
Aaron may speak my words. But I send you.
I will be there too."

Should it be said one day
I stood before the Lord and prayed
"Lord, take my trails away, grow another.
Lord, send Aaron."
Because I was afraid, because I was ashamed
Jesus prayed too, to have His cup removed
But He despised the shame and looked to the joy.
May it never be said, of Jesus I was ashamed
And Jesus, may it never be, that you're ashamed of me.