You all might think,
I am crazy,
but I find it worthwhile.
To declare Jesus,
to the lost,
is what would really,
make me smile.
Bringing the gospel,
to the most unknown places,
would be a blessing,
to their faces.
If I should loose my life,
then I know that I will live,
and have eternally glory,
and everything Jesus has to give.
The lost may have,
spears and arrows.
Still, I have my sword.
It is more powerful,
than anything else,
because it's power is of the Lord.
The Island's acception,
is not the matter.
Rather it is Heaven's.
If only I reach fifteen, ten, eight,
or maybe even seven...
- Author: Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 23rd, 2018 05:14
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this in the wake of our lost missionary brother, John Allen Chau. He had just recently died on a mission trip. He was presumably killed by tribesmen. It is important that we as Christians spread the gospel of Christ Jesus who is the Son of God. Persistence is key
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