A Calling
While I take to the road for a mission
Anxiety rivets me to my direction
It causes me to ponder and be calm
As a byword for courage and wisdom.
It is a wee bit harder to do
By living the “now” in the ministry
I move on to discover and listen
With a smile and say you’re welcome.
A sense of understanding drives me along
To the path where conversion occurs
And being an Asian by and large
Allows me to ensconce in this life.
There may be some pains and ill-feelings
Over the length of my experience
But I make a profound commitment
That echoes the so-called perseverance.
In moments of despondency, sufferings, and annoyance
The eye of the heart greets me with endurance
Just as I restore its meaning
Hope appears and brings the difference.
It is a gift to our freedom
Through reflection in depth.
This permeates my whole vision of life
To go beyond and hand on to God.
Fidelity to the gospel calls me
Directs me to the Source
Whose inner meaning becomes transparent
In my priestly and missionary work.
It is a call, a role to play
I can risk going face to face
With God who is the cause of all
To be a servant to his people.
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