“Missionary Gems” — A collection of short poems
Compiled from various sources — Gospel Trumpet Company

Nothing to do? O folded hands,
Why do ye lie, so white and fair,
When the sad world on every side
Calls for your help and earnest care?

Nothing to do? There are tired feet,
Weary with walking life’s sinful road,
Show them the way to paths so sweet,
That point to heaven and lead to God.

Nothing to do but to live at ease
When thousands fall on every side?
You might have helped them to bear the load,
To breast the swift and rushing tide.

Nothing to do? Your days are bright
With golden eves and sunny morns;
You gather flowers from morn till night,
While many are pierced with cruel thorns.

Nothing to do? What will you say,
When the Lord of the harvest asks of you,
“What hast thou gleaned in my field today?”
Lord, there was nothing for me to do.

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