For my God, nation, and family I dedicate this poem. <br /> <br />I’m part of the army of the Lord <br />I will preach the Gospel throughout the world <br />God’s holy Word surely, is my sword <br /> <br />May never ride on a chivalry <br />Never shoot in the artillery <br />I’m what I am, a missionary. <br /> <br />I am not a coward, nor am awkward <br />I’m not afraid of the battle field <br />Neither afraid of the mission field. <br /> <br />God won’t leave me, nor will forsake me <br />Though a thousand fall beside me <br />Even ten thousand at my right hand <br /> <br />Waiting, crying, and dying lost souls <br />In need of the lover of their soul <br />For Jesus, the Savior died for all <br /> <br />Lost souls of men are the mission field <br />Their darkened hearts are willing to yield <br />But the truth of Jesus must be their shield <br /> <br />Come, let’s go! <br /> <br />Copyright © 2009 by Obed Dela Cruz <br /> <br />(To use this poem in a legal way, you could email me at princeobed_dc@yahoo.com but of course, you cannot own the poem because it violates some of the law of informations systems and copyright) <br /> <br />(July 21,2009; Marikina City 4: 45PM)<br /><br />Obed dela Cruz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-real-mission-field/
