Obed dela Cruz (October 18,1995 / Marikina City)

For my God, nation, and family I dedicate this poem.

I’m part of the army of the Lord
I will preach the Gospel throughout the world
God’s holy Word surely, is my sword

May never ride on a chivalry
Never shoot in the artillery
I’m what I am, a missionary.

I am not a coward, nor am awkward
I’m not afraid of the battle field
Neither afraid of the mission field.

God won’t leave me, nor will forsake me
Though a thousand fall beside me
Even ten thousand at my right hand

Waiting, crying, and dying lost souls
In need of the lover of their soul
For Jesus, the Savior died for all

Lost souls of men are the mission field
Their darkened hearts are willing to yield
But the truth of Jesus must be their shield

Come, let’s go!

Copyright © 2009 by Obed Dela Cruz

(To use this poem in a legal way, you could email me at princeobed_dc@yahoo.com but of course, you cannot own the poem because it violates some of the law of informations systems and copyright)

(July 21,2009; Marikina City 4: 45PM)