The Mission Field

Copyright (C) 1983 by Alan Conroy

Now when the Son of man comes, clothed in power,
will He find faith on the Earth in that dark hour?
Out of the billions who live and breathe, how many?
Just how many will believe?

But God, in His awesome mercy and love,
Sent His servants to tell of the things above.
Now they got off running right from the start.
They told everyone about Him with all their heart.

But as time wore on, they began to grow faint.
They left their job to a minority - to an occasional saint.
They became the unfaithful stewards of salvation.
They didn't preach to any other nation.

Like the Pharisees, they rejected God's purpose for themselves.
They were good at singing hymns and ringing bells.
Committees were formed and field hands were elected,
But missions was the one field whose crop they neglected.

So God sent them prophets with fire in their eyes.
Some made them laugh and some made them cry.
Some would play beautiful music, still others would yell.
Yet the unreached died by the millions and passed through the gates of hell.

They didn't go to the mission field, so God brought it home,
In the form of foriegn students and visitors, but they were left all alone.
They didn't pray for their neighbors, near or far.
They didn't pray for the Ayatollah.  They didn't pray for the Czar.

Now you may wonder why I'm making such a fuss.
But what you need to realize is that those "they" are "us".