The Cry of a Missionary

HopeThe other day I heard a song in chapel giving voice to the cry many missionaries have. It moved me enough to gain permission to post the lyrics from the authors. The words without musical accompaniment won’t do the song justice, but I hope to post a link to a recording once it is available online.

Hold Hope

by Justin and Bethany Randolf

 

Where’s the direction?

There’s a total lack of affection

The kids aren’t adjusting

Possibility of trusting is quickly wearing thin

 

The project is stalled out

The wife is in pain

They don’t want us here

Heaven just gained my grandma’s precious soul

 

These aren’t excuses

but they’re leaving bruises, black and blue

Didn’t ship out to give out

need a hope of a future to stay true

 

Every day we are here and we are less likely to make a living

Hopping continents like frogs

But God if you were here, this is exactly what you’d be giving

growing the kingdom, gaining through your loss

 

These aren’t excuses

but they’re leaving bruises, black and blue

Didn’t ship out to give out

need a hope of a future to stay true

 

We are more than empty vessels, bled dry and left untouched

We were made to overflow, spilling water on the earth

We are more than wilted flowers, drained of all life

We are made to stand tall, bearing fruit of all kinds

 

We are more than empty vessels, bled dry and left untouched

We were made to overflow, spilling water on the earth

We are more than wilted flowers, drained of all life

We are made to stand tall, bearing fruit of all kinds

 

We are more than desert wanderers, always destined to roam

We are made for a future, to have purpose, to have hope

 

But God if you were here, this is exactly what you’d be giving

growing the kingdom, gaining through your loss


Photo:  Rostislav Kralik, public domain

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6 Responses

  1. Dad says:

    Wow! Powerful. Sobering. Strongly illistrates the commitment it takes for a missionary to be a missionary in the field. Essential to understand before “going”, and not be blindsided. Prepared, fully understanding one’s commitment – and where one’s help comes from! (Important for Parents to understand too!)

    Love, Dad.

    • Steve says:

      Thanks, Dad.

      The more I prepare, the more I think that I’ll never really be prepared for such a task as this. It’s too big. It’s too easy to get used up and burned out, because we missionaries tend to rely way too much on our own strength. The issues we face are too much for us. The only real thing we can do is follow our Lord.

  2. kim lindauer says:

    Dear Steve and Debbie,

    These are powerful words and a great reminder of what your lives are like as missionaries!! I am going to our mission’s care team meeting and will read this blog. We will be praying for you and the other missionaries!!

    Thank-you for the sacrifices you make every day to spread the word and love of Christ!

    In Him,
    Kim and Mark Lindauer

    • Steve says:

      Thanks for the comment, Kim. I posted the song in hopes that people back home understand a little more what a missionary often feels like, both on the field and at home when he’s talking to people.

      I forwarded your comments to Justin and Bethany, the authors of the song.

  3. Wendy Walker says:

    I think maybe it’s good that the music isn’t available…this was enough to handle, and I’m in a public library! sniff…sniff. It is so important to remember the cost. I often feel we talk of soldiers and the freedom we have at the cost of their pain (duely recognized) but the Body of Christ needs to see the pain and cost of our hidden soldiers. Thank You, Steve and Debbie. Your reward is reserved.

    Love you,
    Wendy

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