A Missionary Poem

 

A Missionary Poem, by Elder Echols

The dawn is yet to break.

We rise; our beds protest.

We don the small black tag,

And scriptures we digest.

"Let's go work."

Here we find ourselves

Walking down the street.

Shoes just crunch the snow.

Someone new to greet.

"Thanks but no."

Cold wind blows right through,

We walk another mile.

We pick a block to tract,

This may take a while.

"Twenty floors."

"You don't get paid for this?"

Not with money, no.

Yet more rewards await,

If we just faith can show;

"Come on in."

One door is all it takes,

One fellow by the park.

They learn and come to see

How faith can light the dark.

"Follow Him."

They feel the truth of it,

Knowing in their heart.

To change for Him is hard,

But that's the sweetest part.

"Yes, I will."

 

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Elder Ryan Echols
Adriatic North Mission
Svačićev Trg 3/1
HR-10000 Zagreb
Croatia