The Call - Poem by Karen Hardin
The Master is calling
For you and you,
The harvest is ripe, but
The laborers are few.
Your blessings will be manifold
When you live in His will,
Therefore, if you're moving too fast
Take time to be still.
Listen to His voice
As He assigns you your task,
He has given pastors, teachers and evangelists.
Equip yourself now
And study the Word,
It is the best guide for life
That has ever been heard.
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