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- Many are called but few are chosen.
- Many are invited but few are welcomed.
- His voice has gone out to all the earth,
- but where are those who will translate it into words?
- His hand holds the world in its place,
- but where are the saints to touch the unreached?
- His eye searches the universe to find one who seeks him,
- but who has followed him to the lost?
- Preachers of paradise abound among the faithful
- while the cries of hell echo in pagan temples.
- Prayers for more blessing fill the sanctuary
- while those with nothing do not even know who to ask.
- The kingdom is delayed for we have not prayed,
- and disciples are half-made,
- believing a lie, seeking what cannot satisfy.
- Lord Jesus, send us out! Send us 'til we have no place to go!
- Lord, gather the wayward! Hold them in Your arms!
- Open our eyes to your holiness and our hearts to Your Word!
- Empty the halls of idolatry and pretended piety!
- Open the floodgates of heaven and fill us with Your Spirit!
- Let us rather die for You than live half-heartedly!
- You have promised Your kingdom, the sonship, Your very life
- but we have settled for petty politics,
- a long-distance relationship,
- and rumors of joy.
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