Thrust Out The Laborers

Many are called but few are chosen.: Many are invited but few are welcomed.
His voice has gone out to all the earth,: but where are those who will translate it into words?
His hand holds the world in its place,: but where are the saints to touch the unreached?
His eye searches the universe to find one who seeks him,: but who has followed him to the lost?
Preachers of paradise abound among the faithful: while the cries of hell echo in pagan temples.
Prayers for more blessing fill the sanctuary: while those with nothing do not even know who to ask.
The kingdom is delayed for we have not prayed,: and disciples are half-made,; believing a lie, seeking what cannot satisfy.
Lord Jesus, send us out! Send us ’til we have no place to go!: Lord, gather the wayward! Hold them in Your arms!
Open our eyes to your holiness and our hearts to Your Word!: Empty the halls of idolatry and pretended piety!
Open the floodgates of heaven and fill us with Your Spirit!: Let us rather die for You than live half-heartedly!
You have promised Your kingdom, the sonship, Your very life: but we have settled for petty politics,; a long-distance relationship,; and rumors of joy.

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