Sent

Why would I relinquish

The promise of freedom?

Not even a fool like me

Could be so foolish

For I know whom I have believed

I have tasted his Glory

I have drunk his Beauty

He has laid a yoke on my neck

But I was not built to work alone

I was made to have yokefellows

He has shown me

The promise of harvest

And I cannot be left waiting

Many will rush to gather together

We will eagerly join in the reaping

They will be those who have chosen

They will have left the empty behind

Having chosen the treasure of heaven

The rewards of eternity

We will be joyful to join one another

Together we shall be living stones

Cells in the literal body of the King

Eye and hand in sync

In a dance of beauty and grace

Reaching a lost, captive world

Taking it back for the Kingdom

Presenting it to Him as he comes

Stephen Pursell,

original 12/17/01, revised 11/11/14