A Brief Collection Of Poetry Of An Allegorical Nature That Is Terrible

What Is My Calling

I have often complained in my life,
But there are others who had it much worse
For though I have had my own share of strife,
I come to my God in poetic verse

There was much I hated about myself,
A list of traits that still goes on and on
I thought I was to be put up on a shelf,
Until God caused my hatred to be gone.

He came to me while I was deep in thought,
Wondering what would be made of my Fate,
Telling me my future has now been wrought,
And that for me he chose every trait.

I looked at my traits, and what did I find,
When making a list, my Fate to divine,
But I was made with a purpose in mind,
Twas to make God's will become one with mine.

I was called into missionary work,
Though  not alone to complete this here task,
And though I behaved like a total jerk,
My shame does not cause me to don a mask.

Firstly, I loved to speak different tongues
The languages of the men who still speak,
I have climbed so many language skill rungs,
Which has helped me to stand up for the weak.

It has also helped me spread Our God's Word,
As the tongues I speak will speak The Message
And while many find this calling absurd,
It brings me near to The Holy Visage.

Secondly, I like to study all cultures,
No matter what they've done in history,
Their attention to things like old Vultures,
Has in my mind, an air of mystery.

This makes me willing to try most new things
And that includes go new places afar,
Until the whole world, The Lamb's worship sings,
From Afganistan to Gibraltar

I also possess no fear of my death
Because I know what comes shortly after,
I finally exhale my final breath,
And fly high and free above the rafter.

This means I will to go anywhere for God,
Having no concern for my mortal life,
Saving souls in God's good name, not for laud,
That I might save them from eternal strife.

My calling is; Be a missionary,
A word given forth at an early age,
At times it may still be very scary,
But God and Friends are my faith's anchourage.

I will go forth in the name of the Lord,
Preaching his word as my life still goes on.
I may be beaten, or nailed to a board,
I'll be preaching God's word, ever and anon.