We were brought as infants small, To respond unto His call.
Through baptism’s drowning water, Cleansed from all that made us falter.
Free from guilt and every stain, Raised to live with Him again.
We have heard the mission call, It includes us one and all.
To our God His Church now raises. Heart and voice in thankful praises.
Yet there’s more for us to do, With His follow’rs to pursue.
Oh, the mission is so great; Millions ign’rant of their fate.
Blinded in deep darkness ever, Turning to their Shepherd, never!
Still to win them with our love, To their Savior from above.
This would then be all our plea, “Jesus Christ has died for me.”
As His children we envision, that we, too, may be in mission.
Leave us not at home, we pray – Share the Gospel in our way.
What we say is simply this, With a child-like faith insist.
In His work we be included. We His mission forward mov-ed.
Speaking, sharing, helping now, Reaching children is our vow.
© 2017 Jerrold Lloyd Nichols 126.96.36.199.7.7.