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While looking through some files, I separated out some missionary poems some of you might find useful for newsletters, bulletins, etc., or for missions conferences which usually come up in the fall. I'll put them in separate posts so they are not "too much" for one post.

Also -- if YOU have any that are not here -- I'd LOVE to have a copy!!

Barbara H.

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The Rope Holders

Down beneath the mighty ocean
Divers plunge for treasures rare,
But men hold the ropes above them
So they breathe the upper air.
Seeking pearls of richest value,
Braver hearts have dared to go.
But our hands must every moment
Hold the ropes that reach below.

So, amid the heathen darkness
There are heroes true and brave
Shrinking not from death and danger,
Bearing all to help and save.
But they cry, Oh, do not leave us
Mid these dreadful depths to drown.
Let us feel your prayers around us:
Hold the ropes while we go down.

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A Missionary Appeal

There are times when the enemy seems to prevail
And faintness creeps over the heart,

When courage and confidence quiver and quail
At the glance if his fiery dart.

There are times when, exhausted, we can but stand still,
The sword-arm hangs nerveless and numb;

Oh, then to the soul comes a whisper so chill;
“Are they weary of praying back home?”

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Away in foreign lands they wondered how
Their simple words had power.
At home the Christians, two or three,
Had met to pray an hour.
Yes, we are always wondering, wondering how--
Because we do not see
Someone -- perhaps unknown and far away --
On bended knee.

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I’d Rather Be a Missionary
By J. Philip Hogan

If I could just be young again,
And if I had the choice
To be a multimillionaire,
Or have a famous voice;
If I could have rare beauty,
Or the best vocabulary,
I'd turn my back on all these things,
And be a Missionary.

If I could have the wisdom of an Einstein,
And if I chose, Fame
If I could have ability,
And wear the finest clothes;
If I could choose to see the world,
I would not fear nor tarry,
I'd say good-bye to all these things,
And be a Missionary.

If I could just be young again,
I'd yield to Christ my all,
At early age I'd answer yes,
To Jesus' loving call;
Then say good-bye to home and friends,
My other dreams I'd bury,
And follow Christ to lands afar,
I'd be a Missionary.

I'd walk the dusty city streets
Where unsaved millions live,
I'd tell the Gospel of my Lord,
My time, my love I'd give;
I'd travel jungle rivers,
And canoe if necessary,
Or live a life that's primitive,
But be a Missionary!


I'd ride the hardest mountain trail,
And climb rugged mountain peaks,
Or follow Christ if He should lead,
To desserts hot and bleak;
I would not trade the privilege,
To tell the Gospel Story,
For all the world could offer me,
Of pleasures, wealth, and glory;

Oh, to see a never-dying soul,
Confess to Christ his sin,
Then watch him live a transformed life
before his fellow men;
It brings peace into the human heart,
And makes the Angels sing,
And it gives the Missionary a joy
The world could never bring .

What if the sun does burn my brow,
If children I can teach;
What if I am drenched by monsoon rains,
The Gospel truth to preach;
What if I can not have the food
That once was customary,
If I can give the Bread of Life,
I'll be a Missionary!

The millions longing for the Truth,
In false religions search;
While Jesus waits for us to help
Establish His True Church;
If I were young I'd choose a life
Like Livingstone or Carey,
And though my light would fainter shine,
I'd be a Missionary!

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Sleeping at Harvest

Too long I’ve laid me
down to sleep
And prayed the Lord
my soul to keep,
I should awake
before I die
And realize time
is passing by,
And rise and go
and tell the lost
Despite my plans,
despite the cost.
Too long I’ve laid me
down to sleep
While multitudes
about me weep,
And utter cries
of dark despair
For no one ever
seems to care.
My life is short,
and soon I’ll stand
With sinner’s blood
upon my hand
Unless I wake
before I die
And realize
TIME IS PASSING BY.

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This one isn't a poem, but has some good thoughts.

All Things to All Men

Christ was a home missionary, in the house of Lazarus.
Christ was a foreign missionary, when the Greeks came to Him.
Christ was a city missionary, when He taught in Samaria.
Christ was a Sunday School missionary, when He opened up the Scriptures and set men to
studying the Word of God.
Christ was a children’s missionary, when He took them in His arms and blessed them.
Christ was a missionary to the poor, when He opened the eyes of the blind beggar.
Christ was a missionary to the rich, when He opened the spiritual eyes of Zacchaeus.
Even on the cross, Christ was a missionary to the robber, and His last command was the missionary commission.

—Amos R. Wells

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Traveling on My Knees

Last night I took a journey
To a land across the seas;
I didn’t go by ship or plane:
I traveled on my knees.

I saw so many people there
In bondage to their sin;
And Jesus old me I should go,
That there were souls to win.

But I said, “Jesus, I can’t go
To lands across the seas.”
He answered quickly, “Yes, you can--
By traveling on your knees.”

He said, “You pray, I’ll meet the need.
You call, and I will hear.
It’s up to you to be concerned
For lost souls far and near.”

And so I did; I knelt in prayer,
Gave up some hours of ease;
And with the Savior by my side
I traveled on my knees.

As I prayed on, I saw souls saved
And twisted persons healed:
I saw God’s workers’ strength renewed
While laboring on the field.

I said, “Yes, Lord, I’ll take the job.
Your heart I want to please;
I’ll heed your call and swiftly go
By traveling on my knees.”

Sandra Goodwin, missionary to Ghana

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Those were so good, Bramblerose! Thanks for posting them!
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