For a Young Missionary
You were an infant,
You made it to be a toddler.
When you were a toddler,
You made it to be a preschooler.
When you were a preschooler,
You made it to be a young child.
When you were a young child,
You made it to be a teenager.
When you were a teenager,
You made it to be an adult.
Oh, what a journey it was.
You may have crossed
A stormy mountain pass,
Waded through deep waters or
Entered a treacherous valley.
Yet, by the grace of God Almighty
You arrived at adulthood,
As the Lord has always
Hovered over you,
Cared for you, and now ...
Directed you to be a part of
His mission work.
You were a bedding plant,
Grown under His watchful eye, and
Now you will be planted outside
In the garden of the world
Leaving your home,
Your country and your friends.
But you are doing it all
 For the glory of the Lord.
A journey has passed and
You are now standing in
The portal of a new odyssey with
A new calling,  a new path, and
A new purpose.
You are in our prayers
That the good Lord may continue
To let you sense His warmth,
His closeness, and
His comfort.
Always remember
The Lord will provide.
He is near wherever you are,
Hearing your prayers and He
Will guide you in all your ways.
May our Heavenly Father
Carry you on His wings
To any destination and
Protect you from all harm.
Go in peace,
Go with confidence and
Go with the Lord.
© François DulaPay

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