The Mission Poem by Gabriel Maybank

Every morning before you awake
I prepare myself for the journeys I take
Every night while you are asleep
I lace up my gear, tighten my shoes, and head for you

Do you see my son?

Yes Lord, I do.

I have something I want to give him.
Can I send you?

As true as you reign on heaven and earth,
Your kingdom eternal, creation you’ve birthed,
I am your servant. Send me Lord.
Command of me, I follow your word.

Faithful servant, you are good and true.
This you do quickly this thing that you do.
Prepare yourself and armor your spirit.
They will not let you pass, even more go near him.
As he grows in me and I in him,
The battle is yours and yours to win.
Carry this safely, your life for this thing.
It must be delivered for more lives are at stake.
When you arrive, open it and instruct him this thing.
Teach him until he understands.

Yes Lord.

Do this for me and I’ll always send you.
Before you go I have something for you.
The world you will enter does not know me.
You will see things there you should not see.
Temptation will arise for you more than any.
You must remember your home, and remember me.
Do this for me; my son knows you are coming.
We will fight for you all the way.
The thing I give you is my Spirit of Comfort,
To guard your heart and
My Spirit of Peace, to take over your mind.
They will teach you the words for your journey on time.
Before I send you I must take away your sight.
Satan has already prepared before this night.
This too will save you, just continue your journey in faith.
I will lead you to wherever the place.
You must not see or breed desire for the world.
This mission is of great importance.
Do you accept?

Yes Lord, your will be done.

Faithful servant, you are good and true.
Gather your things the time is nigh.

Every morning before you awake
I prepare myself for the journeys I take
Every night while you are asleep
I lace up my gear, tighten my shoes, and head for you.


With my sight taken my faith gains much power.
Comfort and Peace instruct me each hour.


Is this man a king, to whom I take this thing?
Does he rule ten thousands in great majesty?

No, not a king…

Is he a wise man of the council of the church?
Maybe he’s a politician of much influence to the people?

No, no politician…

Ah, what about a businessman, or minister,
Or maybe a preacher, someone who can really spread the Word?

No, no businessman, no preacher…

Hmm…
Who is this man deserving of this?
This gift from the Lord for which I am sent.

A servant like yourself faithful and good,
Who honors the Lord the way a man should,
Both humble and kind and swallows his pride,
And does what he can to keep lust from his eye.
He strays from greed, a giving fellow,
Listens with his heart and remains mellow.
True in love as pure as possible
Obeys, obeys, and obeys the Lord

This man I must meet!
Indeed you will.
He is nearby just over that hill.

Every morning before you awake
I prepare myself for the journeys I take
Every night while you are asleep
I lace up my gear, tighten my shoes, and head for you.

Prepare yourself the enemy is near.
Remember our teachings for they are the cure.
Your vision is gone so cover your ears.
Plug up your nose there is nothing to fear.
No physical harm will come upon you.
Just guard your spirit and remain true.

No fear is in me, loves conquers all.
I’m ready and waiting for warfare to call.
I was sent for a reason and I dare not give in.
This thing I take will be given.

Go with God
Vaya con Dios

The belt of truth is on my waist
Snapped on tight
Covering my breast is righteousness
Their arrows cannot pierce
Peace has readied my feet to continue
My shield of faith comforts me
My helmet fits snug as the salvation
That protects my spirit.
The sword that I carry is big
Bigger than any foe
The Word of God is my weapon
Which I am not afraid to use

So my enemy better prepare himself…

Every morning before you awake
I prepare myself for the journeys I take
Every night while you are asleep
I lace up my gear, tighten my shoes, and head for you.