A Poem By J. Philip Hogan
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And if I had the choice To be a multimillionaire, Or have a famous voice; If I could have rare beauty, Or the best vocabulary, I'd turn my back on all these things, And be a Missionary. If I could have the wisdom of an Einstein, And if I chose, Fame If I could have ability, And wear the finest clothes; If I could choose to see the world, I would not fear nor tarry, I'd say good-bye to all these things, And be a Missionary. If I could just be young again, I'd yield to Christ my all, At early age I'd answer yes, To Jesus' loving call; Then say good-bye to home and friends, My other dreams I'd bury, And follow Christ to lands afar, I'd be a Missionary. I'd walk the dusty city streets Where unsaved millions live, I'd tell the Gospel of my Lord, My time, my love I'd give; I'd travel jungle rivers, And canoe if necessary, Or live a life that's primitive, But be a Missionary! I'd ride the hardest mountain trail, And climb rugged mountain peaks, Or follow Christ if He should lead, To desserts hot and bleak; I would not trade the privilege, To tell the Gospel Story, For all the world could offer me, Of pleasures, wealth, and glory; Oh, to see a never-dying soul, Confess to Christ his sin, Then watch him live a transformed life before his fellow men; It brings peace into the human heart, And makes the Angels sing, And it gives the Missionary a joy The world could never bring What if the sun does burn my brow, If children I can teach; What if I am drenched by monsoon rains, The Gospel truth to preach; What if I can not have the food That once was customary, If I can give the Bread of Life, I'll be a Missionary! The millions longing for the Truth, In false religions search; While Jesus waits for us to help Establish His True Church; If I were young I'd choose a life Like Livingstone or Carey, And though my light would fainter shine, I'd be a Missionary!
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