This poem was pinned in September 1999. I woke up this particular morning, sobbing and shaking and I wrote down the experience. Also, I had just gotten the fall Bible Study Quarterly. I did not look at the title until after I wrote this. The title was, “Call to Missions.” I have since been on two short-term mission trips to Romania and I am planning to go again in 2007. I am currently working with the newest unofficial unreached people group in the U.S. That group is called “Singles.” Pray for people across the United States the hear the call to work with Singles. There is a desperate cry for help for those experiencing divorce or death of their spouse. As well as those who have never been married, their loneliness is just as great.
Sorrow and Hope
In the wee hours of the morning,
I hear you call my name, Lord.
Saying, “Come with me my daughter,
we have work to do.”
I follow you to places that I’ve
never been before, yet everywhere
I go everything seems
so strangely familiar.
The poverty is almost too much to
bare. Disease runs rampant
because of the filth and the
lack of medical supplies.
I see children everywhere.
Starved for food, love and affection.
Many are on the streets with no
family and no place to call home.
They all look the same. The race
does not matter. I still see the
same sad eyes and the empty souls
for they do not know about you, Lord.
We work long hours every day. The level
of exhaustion is unbearable. Then a
small child grabs my leg and holds on
tight and the sweetest smile appears,
making everything worthwhile!
It does not matter where we travel,
The conditions are the same all
around the world. Even in
our own backyard.
How sad it is to see such anguish,
so close to home, when we live in
a country that has so much to offer.
The wealthiest country in the world,
yet some areas are as impoverished as
the third world countries.
There are so many battles being fought
today. Gang violence, drugs, satanism,
illicit sex, domestic violence, hunger,
disease, poverty, and war.
From the inner city streets of New York,
to the Native American reservations.
From the mountains to the seashores, the
cries for help are all the same.
So many people hurting with nowhere to
go for help. They look for help
“in the world” but, they find no peace.
They turn to addictions of every kind.
Yet, the void is never filled.
They need someone to tell them about you, Lord!
About your awesome unconditional love.
Joy that is limitless and your plan for eternal life.
The road we travel becomes more difficult.
It leads to the war torn countries. The
smell of death and destruction is everywhere.
People cry out, “Where is God?!” and you
say, “I am here my child!” Be not afraid
for I am with you and I love you!”
People come from miles around when they
hear that the missionaries are coming.
“These missionaries bring a message of
hope and love. They will take care of
us and help us.”
We minister to the persecuted Christians.
What they have suffered at the hands of
unrighteousness is unbelievable.
Hundreds have arrived, but the wounded
must be cared for first. The broken
spirits and the mangled bodies are more
than I can bare!
I scream inside at the horrific sight.
The rage and sorrow are unspeakable.
Yet, I praise you Lord in knowing
the days of the evil one are numbered!
We minister daily with smiles, hugs and kisses.
It is a joy to see someone’s face “light up” when
they hear the Word and seeing hearts open
up to accept you, Jesus! I praise you Lord,
for choosing me to be a part of your great work!
The work in this place is finished for now, so we
move on. I go Lord where you tell me to go.
Every place is the same, only the names have changed.
The circumstances and the needs are
the same. But most of all, they
need you, Lord! You alone, are their
hope, love and salvation.
I watch you, as you wipe the tears
from so many faces and heal those who
are at death’s door. Whether it is
physical, spiritual, or emotional.
The I reflect back to the time when you
were on this earth, doing these same things.
I fall to my knees in humble adoration
and tears, when in my mind I see the cross
on which you died, to bare my sins.
What an honor it is to be called to do
your work! To work side by side with
you Lord! It is the least I can do after
what you have sacrificed for me.
Thank you for the unconditional love,
guidance and protection!
Watching you at work, seeing the
miraculous healing taking place in every
life. The same healing that you have
given me. It is an experience I must
share with others.
The alarm clock sounds. Exhausted yet
renewed from the night of “traveling”
around the world, I awake to realize it is
my time to heed the call to missions.
For you Lord are the only hope for this
dying world and it must be told!
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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