Mother, The Missionary

O Missionary across the sea 
Am I any less like thee?

With heart on fire and hand to plow
to share, teach, and train to final hour?

Though native or foreigner I do not see,
Yet little heart are many around me.

Is my task any less grand,
because I am not on foreign land?

"No, 'tis no less noble" I hear Him say,
"For each is given a task to obey."

Yes, each grows weary with the fight,
and can only gain strength by Spirit not might.

Each works hard to reap rewards
against the enemies darts and swords.

Each kneels and prays for spiritual fruit;
for wisdom, discernment, love and truth

Each learns a language to impart His Word,
And must sprinkle that language with care and love.

Yes, blessed is the task of missionary.
Blessed is the task of simple mothering.

Whether foreign land or nursing bed,
The heart in your hand is the one to be led.

by Windy Echols 4-26-96
Reprinted from http://www.teenpact.com/founder.htm