Who will go to the highways and byways
To find those He died to save?

When no one seems to ponder or care,
For the price our God willingly gave.

Angels can not; many men will not,
Proclaim the Son so freely sent.

Who gave Himself on Calvary’s Cross,
As the Temple’s curtain rent.

How beautiful are the feet of them,
Who proclaim the glorious story.

Misunderstood and counted as naught,
moving in God’s anointing and glory.

They go forth both far and near,
To find each purchased one; whosoever will.

Could it be you my precious friend,
Who will experience the glorious thrill?

Of seeking out and finding the lost and dying,
Of leading some soul to Him?

Of helping some seeker to be clothed in power,
As the Spirit fills them up to the brim?

When the saints are caught away,
Will you have a tear in your eye,

And those you have reached rise up,
To meet our Lord in the sky?


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