Kind of simplistic, but sometimes I prefer straightforward wording...
The missionaries work
can never be complete,
'til all have seen
the wondrous joy
of our great savior's feat.
Near and far they must go
across the globe they tread
with but one goal:
to proclaim life,
the truth of God they spread.
Though dangers they be sent,
dread terrors they may face,
they'll steadfast stand,
and never blanch,
accepting all with grace.
This toil of love is theirs:
falsehoods of past to bury,
with much success,
and well earned rest,
God bless the missionary.
The missionaries work
can never be complete,
'til all have seen
the wondrous joy
of our great savior's feat.
Near and far they must go
across the globe they tread
with but one goal:
to proclaim life,
the truth of God they spread.
Though dangers they be sent,
dread terrors they may face,
they'll steadfast stand,
and never blanch,
accepting all with grace.
This toil of love is theirs:
falsehoods of past to bury,
with much success,
and well earned rest,
God bless the missionary.
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