by M.S. Marrs
The Master left a task to do,
To test our faith and patience too,
And train us for a life anew;
With longing voice He makes the call,
And offers peace to great and small,
And happiness to one and all;
Then do you wish to take your place
In the game of life, and run the race,
With human zeal and Christian grace;
Or will you always, from afar,
Just be content from where you are,
To criticize a shining star,
— Thats wanted.
Pray were you into being brought,
By some who had no careful tho’t,
Or have you set good works at naught,
— O Youthful?
Nay Sleeper! Now’s no time to dream
Of worldly wealth and pleasures mean,
Yea, rather seek a righteous theme;
— Be Fruitful.