| The Call February 7, 2008 Justene Martin |
The Master called but there was no one there The family had hurried off to church. Obedient, they sat with folded hands. While helpless victims waited in the lurch. He left his servants there to be in charge To keep His praises ringing through the air! But alas the others, left to cry in pain, Their King called too, but there was no one there. The warriors, those who chose to leave their post, Went off and left their duties, yet undone. To learn the ways of war, when they returned, They found the hopeless dying, every one. There may be those who never heard."there’s help!" Who’ve never had a chance to hear their call. Nor do they know they too have hope to bring, A message from the King to one and all! My people only hear the voice of man, I need them to be free to love and share. The good news of my kingdom is for all, So when I call there must be someone there! My church is filled with those who never move, They hear my voice, but still they sit and wait, My church must be where warriors hear their call, then rise and go, and do, not hesitate. |