I do not want, my love, to leave our place,
forsaking friends, familiar food, and bed
for arts and buildings, history long dead,
and entertainments tourists love to chase.
Let us live all our lives here and embrace
where we first met and courted, loved and wed,
and love each other where I love to tread,
if God will grant us both this little grace.
But when God calls us to the mission field,
let's go, though persecuted, preach and pray,
the Word of God our sword and faith our shield,
though we may never come home, old and gray,
though all the things I love here I must yield
if we will follow Jesus and obey.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org
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