Missionaries
They heard a voice, they responded
Though indistinctive the call, unclear their destination
Waiting not for a signed correspondence
They mobilized and departed to their destination
Then arrived the challenges staring at their face
The seas, the deserts there to cross
Thirst, hunger and starvation, theirs to face
Yet determined to bear their cross
Lost in the wilderness, searching for the lost souls
As week stretch into months and months expand into years
Traveling miles without end because of their love for lost souls
Yet they have no plan to retreat even after many years
Not that they are fugitive, fugitives run away from home
Not that they are vagabond, vagabonds have no home
Not that they are wanderer, wanderers are far away from home
They are pilgrims, like pilgrims they are heading home
Suffering man's blatant inhumanity to man
Undetered for they know they are on a mission
The vision, on their face fiercely to man
As in the manners of every deputation
Trekking long miles of single-file roads
Enduring crude moist heat and drenching rains
The nuisance of mosquitoes and sand flies en road
And myriad indigenous wild insects and pains
Righteousness and morality prayerfully to seek
Like humanitarians caring nothing for their own lives
So long as they could preach the message, heal the sick
And bring education and enlightenment to people's lives
Copyright © Orochi C. Joshua | Year Posted 2018
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