We want the sadness of our absence healed,
but workers in the world are few, and each
the Master of the harvest may beseech
to go again into the mission field.
If this is what the Spirit has revealed,
that He wants you again to preach and teach
and reach lost peoples whom He wants to reach,
despite the sadness of our friendship, yield.
If God has opened up a different door
that leads into another place than here,
then go into that nation, to that shore,
to preach the Gospel everyone must hear.
The time we cannot have, God will restore
eternally, and wipe away each tear.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org
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