The Need is Still Great

I was recently sent this poem written by a single missionary. She was at my church back home and though I wasn't there to meet her, her poem was a blessing to me and I hope it will be to you as well. 

The Call

You sat there, in the service.

The message broke your heart.

And deep within, you felt a glow,

A fire, begin to start.

You went up to the altar.

And tears were in your eyes

As you gave your life to do your part

To answer their pleading cries.

And for a time, that vision

Of a dark and dying world

Spurred you on to action

With you banner clear, unfurled.

And then—

The vision slowly faded

To a lifeless painting, gray

And not so nice to look at

Every passing day

The cry of souls grew dimmer.

And your heart no longer broke,

For that pledge you made was hindered

As you stayed still when God spoke.

And yet,

God is still there, calling,

Asking, “Who will go?”

Now, friend, will you answer

To that call, heard long ago?

Or will you wait until the flames

That burn within your soul

Die down again? Will you look away

And lose sight of your goal?

Take heart, dear Christian, follow Him

And let your blaze burn bright,

To see the need around you

In this blackest time of night.

And so—

Now you sit here, reading.

Again, you hear that call.

Again, you hear the Spirit beg

For you to give your all.

A choice is set before you.

Will you stay, or go?

“Has He called me?” you question.

Ask Him. You will know.