I won first prize for this poem at two different poetry contest two years in a row.
The missionaries leave their homes
Their family, friends, and all,
To travel far across the seas
In answer to God’s call.
They learn the language of the land
In order for to go,
And tell the natives of our God
Who cares and loves them so.
The natives in these foreign lands
To idols, they all go,
But idols neither hear nor speak
The Bible tells us so.
So the mission of our people here
Is to take the Holy Word,
Of salvation from a living God
To those who never heard.
And we at home can do our part
As daily we do pray,
For God to keep them free from harm
While they are far away.
But let’s not forget our missionaries
That work for God at home,
And show God’s love to many
Who feel lost and all alone.
So let us all just do our part
For our missionaries dear,
Whether they be far away
Or whether they be near.
We’ll pray for God to guide them
As they teach His Word so true,
And support them with our pledges
As His work they gladly do.
Rev. Marie Yvonne.
