The call has come to many a saint
And they’ve quietly slipped away,
To meet the Savior in glory land
While we’re left behind to stay.
Home and hearth may turn empty
And our paths by sorrow, lined
The question, prime, to you and me:
Is “why are we left behind?”
James lived short, slayed early on
Though John served to a great old age;
While Peter and Paul labored for long,
Stephen succumbed to enemy rage.
The question looms before you and me:
” Why are we left behind?”
When viewed in light of eternity
Do we hold His purpose in mind?
To swiftly bear the Gospel news
To all, who, for truth inquire,
Strive to be His hands and feet
And pull many out of hellfire.
To sing again, that all may hear
His praise where voice is stilled,
To divide the Word with earnest prayer
Until hungry hearts are filled.
To carry our cross, to bear His name
Be our portion, reproach or shame
To be the fuel that feeds the flame
For His glory, our solitary aim.
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