How sweet the broken, blistered feet
Of those who spread the gospel pure!
Where blood, and dust, and sorrow meet
Where love is clear, and faith is sure;
Where tears despairing, happy tears,
Or tears of trials far and near
Come together through the years
To stop and be collected here.
Our God is just; He knows our frame
That we are dust, that we are frail-
Our God is here, so we proclaim
The Good News: Onward, without fail!
Fear not the wicked Enemy;
Proclaim the truth with a brave will!
To be sure he is a flea
He can harass, but never kill.
What harm that God decrees to bring
Will come to pass, from Him above
But know that even suffering
Is ordered by His steadfast love.
God is with you as you speak
About His grace, the Gospel true
Encouragement is what you seek:
Be encouraged! He's with you.
Awesome poem, Linda! :D
ReplyDeleteLinda, you have a gift. Gifts are not meant to be hoarded, but to be shared in order to bless others. That's what you did, even though it went against "every particle" of your being!
ReplyDeleteGood for you. Great poem!
((((hugs)))))
Well done. Both the poem, and the going against every particle thingy.
ReplyDeleteGlad you did.
Love the poem. I'm so far behind that I just found it.
ReplyDeleteVery glad I did. :)