What if the Creator,
Required one final Saint,
One more brave soul, to heed His call,
One last Mother Theresa,
One final Saint Paul?
"Many are called, but few are chosen."
These are Jesus' own lines.
So many hearts are so cold and so frozen,
At this far outpost of time.
You know in your heart
If He called you -
Maybe you don't know how to express it -
But perhaps our sweet Lord
Relys upon you, to steadfastly confess it.
To boldly share this Spirit,
To declare and remain true,
Oh my dear friend, beloved,
Is the final Saint needed,
Not you?
Could it be you, the last one,
So the perfect number is completed.
So He might finally come,
And that old snake, be finally defeated.
My heart is relieved, for I've fulfilled,
My task to call you to ascend,
I can breathe now, and be stilled,
With this little poem I've penned.
