What Makes A Missionary

He walked with a far-away look in his eyes

And waited for God to open the way

So he could travel across the sea

And win the heathen for Christ some day.

He pictured himself in a darkened land,

Teaching the natives their awful plight,

Doing a wonderful work for God,

Winning the hundred to life and light.

Multitudes on their way to hell

Journeyed right by his very door,

But he gave no thought to their perishing souls,

They were not the ones he was praying for.

He was far too busy to teach the few

The way of redemption and hope renewed,

And he wondered why God didn’t send him forth

To preach to the hungering multitude.

by Barbara C. Ryberg