The winds of war are blowing,
Gathering together
Dark, ominous clouds
on the not-so-distant horizon.
Under the rumble
Of the approaching rolling thunder,
I hear the voice of the Spirit
Softly calling my name.
Like Paul I have learned
To be hungry and full,
Trusting God for my needs,
And not deceived by wealth’s pull.
So I find myself faced
With the option to choose:
Do I give up my life
Or do I save it and lose?
Like the prophet transcribed
In the heavenly vision,
Thousands stand gathered
In the valley of decision.
After the catch of his life
Peter laid down his nets;
Seeing the glory of Jesus
He lived no regrets.
The harvest is great
But the workers not plenty;
Who will go forth
And reach out to the many?
Here I am Lord, send me
In this last waning hour,
To show forth your works
And your glorious power.