Should you decide

Your mission, should you choose to accept,

Is not measured in the miles you'll go

With time nor dollars spent retiring your debt,

But in the quiet, in the stillness, afterglow.

The choice you've made 'ere hence you came,

While legion angels in ranks opposed

Cried in derision to besmirch your name,

As any other who His plan followed,

Is one so blithely simple, it's divine,

Re-made, affirmed in words or actions daily.

The details of the mission are a plan sublime,

But not one without danger in each alley,

Where now the hidden scoffers don protean form

As friend, or neighbor, colleague or commander

To persuade, coerce, your valor to their norm,

Or just distract attention 'till you wander,

Letting trivia consume your precious time.

Be on your guard! Alert! Remember--

What's written in your heart from prior clime--

That He did choose to come and be Redeemer.

And you chose too, to always follow Him

Though blinded eyes and foggy mem'ry be

The test of we who walk 'mid earthly light so dim

Until that morn when with a perfect clarity shall see

As we are seen and know as we are known.

With heart transparent and no motive hid, 

Whom will you bring to bow before the throne?

Will they be clean from every sin they did?

This your supernal mission greets you now--

Bring all-- the dirty, broken, failing and the injured--

To feel His touch, through you their Savior know,

And find your own true healing heart fulfilled.