We marched those streets, day by day,searching for the brokenhearted,
not for recognition or pay.
Winning the lost was our goal.
We gave up our time and energy, with no rest,
away from family and friends.
Trying to succeed in God’s work and no less,
happiness beyond belief.
Someone has cancer in our town,
Death has occurred to another.
Sorrow filled our faces with a frown,
Compassion filled our hearts.
Devoting our time for others,
Praying souls would be saved.
Crying over the denial of others,
Seeking the Lord to come at last.
In Heaven, happiness filled our hearts,
Finally graduation was upon our class.
For Jesus called his bride home.
All was at ease, at last.
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