Call to Arms
L. Kathleen Cline
(Written for Mr. Don, a widower friend)
I praise the Lord for my opportunities,
but not quite sure when I will be done.
I know the task that is at hand,
there are many souls to be won.
It hurts my heart to be left behind
but know your task was complete.
God has my feet firmly planted on this earth,
still many souls to reap.
As I delight in my Lord and count my blessings,
I think about your sweet face.
God has not allowed me to wither
so, I must keep up the pace.
It surely is an act of will
just to move forward and push ahead.
God still has my feet firmly planted
so; I must do as He said.
I will rejoice in the Lord while my heart is broken
and press onward as a good soldier.
I will remind myself God needs something done
and my praises will make me bolder.
My earthly love my heart’s desire,
I am so jealous you were called home.
Dear God, please give me the will today
because I never knew I could feel so alone.
Today as I wake and open my eyes,
I know God still has me on a mission.
Even though my dreams are of you and my final home,
God has me here still fishin’.
In my heart, I hear your sweet voice cheering me on,
so, up and on I go.
Dear God, please give me the will today,
till it is my turn to come home.
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