Missionaries Poems - Poems about Missionaries

Saint Patrick died on March 17th. So we celebrate the day with green and drink. Patrick, was kidnapped to Ireland as a slave, a condition he never fully forgot or forgave. Patty (as he was known by his friends) was a sober, relentless, devout Christian. As a missionary, he gallivanted methodically, converting heathens and if he failed to convert you,...

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Missionaries were cunning Not less than a cat’s eye fixed on a meal with a waggling tail Curiosity extended in those that heard them speak. With a thorned crown of dead porcupine. A pagan king and His ignorant servant standing taller than palm trees Leaning forward like a falling tower to its knees. ”Story tellers.” They bring stories on what lies beyond...

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“Serving the Lord with all humility of mind, and with many tears, and temptations…” Acts 20:19 of the King James Version Fulfilling God’s perfect will from the heart Yielded to advance the kingdom of Christ They are missionaries who did their part Serving the Lord while graciously sufficed… Called to minister, Gospel they did share Propelled by compassion, loving kindness Divine...

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The Millennium Generation consists of people born between 1980-1999. Perhaps instead they should be called the NONE GENERATION! They are rejecting all religions! Not just the Jewish, Christian and Muslim religions but even Buddhists! The growing influence of the LGBT movement is mainly responsible. It seems whenever the LGBT movement gains momentum, organized religion goes...

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Not sure why USA red relentlessly white and not so much blue WholeEarth patriots have consistently selflessly supported medical missionaries vaccinating against every unmasked health threatening disease erupting in tribal life of darkest social systemic Africa Yet fail to co-empathically embrace basic fundamental win/win evangelically redemptive bipartisan public health care here in domestic Straight White USA Christian flag-waving homes Where live and breathe our own at-risk children And climate threatened grandchildren And pandemonic RightWing denihilistic degenerating public...

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I "Good morning. Jesus Loves You," I say To passers by, with my calm shalom I feel good, they feel good. But ought we? Since Columbus sailed the Ocean blue ... There's been a holocaust on the earth The other one, against the environment They can't stop it in the Amazon So, why talk of the last Orangutans In Indonesia, or Malaysia: old Batavia? Yes,...

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MISSIONARIES FOR GOD Putting their own lives in danger, In foreign lands like a stranger, They come and live and serve the Lord, In God's eyes, what a great record! Missionaries filled with His zeal, Working for God, our hearts they steal, Leaving their motherland behind, To their own needs, they become blind, God leads them in that distant land, He guides them with...

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Freezing water. Many hours. Prayer, hymns, and laughter. Gray fins begin circling our group. Day Three There are thirteen of us now. Twenty-six numb legs stop moving. Hymn singing stops. Who will be next? I hold my breath. Goliath is taken. Pulled away from the circle. His girlfriend screams. Goliath makes no sound. Gives me a sad nod. I watch in morbid curiousness As he is pulled...

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And, as I began to play the tune, the power of the words from my song, “There is Healing in His Hands”, miracles began to happen all over the sanctuary and so I just continued to sing. The first announced miracle was a young mother who brought her baby son over to grandpa. ...

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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...

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THE FEET OF THEM How beautiful are the feet of them, the pillars of strength, and stance of him, the hands, the smile and face of him, who brings to us good news. How lovely are the voices of them, the song, the Word, the sound of him, the message of grace and love of Him, sending them who...

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A missionary and a serial killer are not that way born. Both evolved by the environment each experienced and individually came from. If you switched both at birth with the other’s environment, your otherwise missionary would end up a killer and your otherwise killer a saint. That's difficult for people to accept initially, because they have to drop “free will”...

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A missionary and a serial killer are not that way born. Both evolved by the environment each experienced and individually came from....

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Marvelous ministers meant to share the gospel message, men and women motivated by love marked by God to go forth making disciples, true mentors of faith and peace. Written on 4/20/2017...

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