In the darkness of the night when your soul can find no rest,
When you're overcome with worry and despair,
When the trials seem too great and you've nowhere you can turn,
Jesus opens up the avenue of prayer.
He's the friend who knows your pain and your heavy-burdened life,
He's aware of all the fears that come your way.
In His arms you'll find relief when you share your troubled soul,
And the peace returns when you kneel down to pray.
Far too often we forget as we travel down the road,
But the promise is still there - "Come unto Me."
Jesus' offer stands through time and will never be annulled,
It's the only place you can be truly free.
God calls His faithful labourers to gather in the sheaves,
Some He sends to foreign land, but other souls He leaves.
God is not showing preference by choosing just a few;
Location’s not important – the home front needs you too.
He needs the basket holders to stay behind and pray;
The ones who hold the ropes, for those who’ve travelled far away.
God counts it equal value when you’re down on your knees,
As soldiers in an army, no rank and no degrees.
The mission work goes forward because you persevere,
You labour in His vineyard with zeal throughout the year.
With bake sales, quilts and suppers, you’re always on the go,
Gathering funds for missions, so others too might know.
Equipped to fight the battle for souls you care about;
Be sure your work’s important, it sends His soldiers out.
You may not work in jungles or speak in foreign creeds,
But God has used your talents to help financial needs.
Perhaps you’ve never travelled beyond your well-known shore,
But by your faithful efforts God’s word is spread the more.
And each deed is recorded the sacrifice, the time,
The talents that you offer, each nickel and each dime.
Be proud to represent Him right in your own back yard;
You rank as missionaries; you’re working just as hard.
God will reward your service when souls are gathered in,
For it’s through home-front workers that missions can begin.
Be strong in prayer and giving; be faithful to the end;
And through your constant vigil, God says, “Well done my friend.”