I GET TO GO

Inspired by a dear friend serving in Ivory Coast, West Africa

I heard a missionary on a Wednesday night

Who spoke with heart and falling tears

"Don't think for a moment that I have to go,

But I get to go just like it appears."

"So don't feel sorry me, my friend

Cause I get to go and represent Him

While most have chosen to the very end

A familiar place much too prim."

Surrender it all and don't look back

A sacred privilege from not to flee

Consider the need and cry aloud

Here am I Lord; send me

"I am now ready to give my life

To a people and place I scarcely know

In spite of my fears, the land, and it's blight

I'm honored and proud that I get to go."