Poem From a Missionary (soul, choice, baptize, Lord, Savior)

[DeepShadow]

My brother wrote this poem while serving as a missionary. Hope some of yo ulike it as much as I did.

If the Lord Were In My Shoes
If the Lord were in my shoes, what would he do today?
Would he go find his wand'ring sheep, or goof around and play?
This time I have is oh so choice, too good to let it lay,
So if the Lord were in my shoes, what would he do today?

If the Lord were in my shoes, how would the Master speak?
Would all his words be bold, yet kind; or timid, small, and weak?
Straight from his loving heart they'd flow, so for this love I'll seek.
Now, if the Lord were in my shoes, how would the Master speak?

And if the Lord were in my shoes, how many would he call
To come, repent, and be baptized? Would he ask few, or all?
Yes, every soul must hear his truth; if not, they just might fall.
So if the Lord were in my shoes, how many would he call?

Now this is not a game, my friend; it's not a test or quiz.
To know of Christ's atonement you don't have to be a whiz.
The Savior suffered all for me; that's whose this mission is.
So you could say He's worn my shoes--now I am wearing His.