Dreaming To Become
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Challenged by the visionary speaker decades ago
I had a dream to become a tribal missionary to spread heavenly glow...
To make myself engaged in every discipleship engagement
involving in worthy tasks of counselling settlement...
Looking forward to learning different dialects and languages
my tongue would struggle with twists and accents along session stages...
With ministerial pursuits, I would delight to see youth joyously ready
and children from heathen culture grow in faith through Bible study...
Then help families to be health-oriented along good hygiene perspective
yes, pushing for rural welfare and development of Scriptural directive...
While encouraging lasses to pursue teaching toward life-upholding
and lads to be future engineers beyond infrastructure-building...
Pressing young ladies to prepare themselves as functional homemakers
and gentlemen to become bread winners and God's will-seekers...
Prayerfully instilling value of God-granted peace and security
when serving as values coach to courageous vanguards in the community...
Charging the fathers' valor in their decision and determination
as soldiers of their own houses, guarding loved ones with compassion...
Concerned with wives to optimize their skills and capacities
inspiring them to do well as light of illumining abilities...
Being with environmental stalwarts for their ecological posture
so enthusiastically trekking mountains for nature-venture...
Introducing technology for progress acknowledging tribal uniqueness
prodding for advancement that welcomes adjustment against perilousness...
Empowered by the Holy Spirit to run patiently along hardness-race
my faith would cleave to grace and cling
Still envisioning to serve the Lord in such mission field one of these days
I trust* the Almighty to bless those whom He has sent there always...
Finally, to write about the triumphant journey
exalting the Saviour in my jubilant tribal mission testimony!!!
*Psalm 112:7 He shall not be afraid of evil tidings: his heart is fixed, trusting in the LORD.
March 30, 2021
Edited on May 30, 2023
4th place, "Dreaming" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 6/15/2023.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2021
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