(For Our Missionaries)
I love
Not by standing here
Waiting for you to come to me
But by traveling across miles
Across continents
To a land unknown to me.
I love
Not by showing you my culture
But by seeing yours.
Wearing your clothes,
Eating your food.
I love
Not by knowing everything
But by knowing the humility
That comes by learning your language.
I love
Not by shouting to thousands
But by looking for one precious soul
To show God's love.
I love
Not for the reward of your love for me
But for the hope that you will
Arise and shine –
And knowing that a little one
Shall become a thousand
And a nation will come and worship.
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