The Missionary Poem by Issac Gonzales
The Missionary
A sacrafice must be made
for the cross of burden to fade
and in time of journey's end
forever, together, we may spend.
I must leave all things behind,
the lost souls I must find
to lead them back to a celestial home,
to praise our God before His throne.
Tender mercies of a perfect man
demands I take this task at hand-
to serve my God, the
Father of all; indeed, this
is a sacred call.
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