The fields are white to harvest, so beseech
the Lord to send in workers. But beware,
for you may be an answer to that prayer.
For God shall move your heart to go and teach
all kindreds, tongues, and nations you can reach,
so take that step of faith, God blessing where
your foot shall fall when He has led you there,
and you may reap the harvest when you preach.
It may not be in foreign lands you meet
the lost with different accents, darker skins,
and other ways. Some live across the street
who also need salvation from their sins,
so when you speak with them, break bread, and eat,
your work in missions overseas begins.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org
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