MATTIE'S CHRISTIAN PAGES

REFRESHED AND HEALED

 

I came into your gates and entered there

His House of Prayer and more was where

Praise and Worship, family and friends

Were found.  I wondered, “Could I fit in?”

 

This missionary, lonely and alone

Many places I have gone.

To do His will, I’ve given it all

Just to serve Him, and answer His call.

 

I don’t complain, it is my Post

He called me to it and I’ll not boast.

But “leaving all,” sometimes I find

Brings a little sorrow to my mind.

 

Mother and Father, sister and brother

We have to leave, and there’s no other

To tend our wounds and soothe our hurts

As these dear ones—bind our cuts.

 

The years are lonely and they’ve been long

Serving my God as I go along

Place to place and church to church

His children, I’ve sought to get through the “crunch”

 

Win them to Jesus and Help them to stand

Love each other as He demands.

Friends I made then I’ve moved away

Precious and great, their lost I’ve paid.

 

But He is so gracious and when I get blue

He always sends me to people like YOU!

To be Healed once more and sent on my way,

For that’s the price I have to pay!

 

To serve my God I must give all

Nothing else is worth the “Call.”

We all have a job He wants us to do.

When He comes, will He find us true?

 

Matilda Barbee

Feb. 4, 2001