Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Mission Land

Mission Land

The mission land is close at hand,
We see it everyday.
When love imparts to broken hearts
A kindly word to say.

From working hard our senses jarred
By struggles of the poor.
We work each day that we might say
One problem we did cure.

He doesn't ask but just this task
To listen and obey.
To do your part will surely start
A new and better way.

This week we found on mountain ground
In simple jars of clay,
Certain treasure without measure
For Christ we met each day.

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