A fellow missionary recently shared the following poem in their newsletter. I felt to share it with you. (Thanks, Rachel!)
I said, “Let me walk in the field.”
God said, “No, walk in the town.”
I said, “There are no flowers there.”
He said, “No flowers, but a crown.”
I said, “But the sky is black,
There is nothing but noise and din.
“He wept as He sent me back,
“There is more,” He said, “there is sin.”
I said, “But the air is thick
And fogs are veiling the sun.”
He answered, “But souls are sick,
Souls in the darkness undone.”
I said, “I will miss the light,
And my friends will miss me, they say.”
He answered, “Choose tonight,
If I am to miss you, or they.”
I pleaded for time to be given.
He said, “Is it hard to decide?
It will not seem hard in Heaven
To have followed the steps of your Guide.”
I cast one look at the field,
Then set my face to the town.
He said, “My child, do you yield?
Will you leave the flowers for a crown?”
Then into His hand went mine,
And into my heart came He.
Now I walk with a light Divine,
The path I had feared to see.