There are many in the fields lost and dying without God
As we go day by day on our way,
Many will not see the light of tomorrow's sun,
Souls undone without Christ, in need of someone to pray.



Workers are few in the field of the Lord
While his house is filled with joy and celebration,
The Father still calls for those who will go,
And proclaim his truth to every tribe and nation.



Each day we see them as we pass them on our way,
Souls lost and undone without God's Son,
Do we ever stop to pray or tell them someone cares?
God can save a multitude with the voice of even one.



As we look to the signs of the times close at hand,
May we take up our cross and his burden share,
Time is running out as His coming is nigh,
May we see dying souls and be servants who will care.



©Jo Ann Kelly
2002
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