Mission to Speak
The Lord gave me a chance,
Spreading news in advance;
On Christ to the people,
Telling of the Gospel.
But had no peace of mind,
Because I could not find;
The right words to express,
With being under stress.
But I thank God, who leads,
Unto where I have needs;
For victory in Christ,
And no longer enticed.
Wherever I may go,
The one thing that I know;
And speak to make it clear,
That Christ is always near.
A fragrance fills the air,
Tells me that Christ is there;
And says He is alive,
Because His Word does thrive.
Some have the smell of death,
And it stinks with each breath;
For their thoughts are impure,
Influenced by each lure.
As a living savor,
Since Christ is your Savior;
For we speak a pure Word,
For others to be heard.
Copyright © 2011 Richard Newton Sherrer
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