Men say that we are fools to give ourselves for God and good.
But I say we are fools if we do not.
Fools? Not we, but we have caught a vision of eternity,
And all its implications.

Men’s souls are passing to the halls of hell and I say we do well
To rescue them from their eternal plight,
And set their course aright, e’re death devours them
And in the coming night they pass away.

We do not well to lie on beds of ease
When men are crying, sighing, dying and we have the answer to their needs
Rise up oh men of God, and give yourselves to this great quest
Of winning men from hell, and more—of giving them God’s best.

If we can’t go we must fling wide the door
And let our sons and daughters bear the news to every far-off shore,
We must release them from the vision of our eyes,
Because our hearts have seen the vision of a higher prize
Of God’s great news, proclaimed to heathen lands.

Men call us fools because they do not understand
That God calls men to bear His news to every far-off land.
Fools? Not we! We be wise and give ourselves that men might know the glories of our God
That they in turn might give themselves and share the prize—with others.


Copyright 1970 Donald Stuckless