My assignment has come,
My call is sure,
I will go willingly
And continually endure.
The sweat on my face,
The dirt on my shoes,
I commit to press on
Undeterred by scratch or bruise.
God saw my blue eyes
And looked into my soul,
And there he saw goodness--
Someone who could be whole.
"I'll send you to Africa,"
He said with elation,
"Where you will change lives
And help others to salvation."
You may be an imperfect
Servant to me
But you are planting heaven--
A reaper you'll be.
And when the reaping
Is finished and through
You'll leave your heart in Africa
When you say adieu*.
*In Joseph Smith's day this word was defined as a farewell; an expression of kind wishes at the parting of friends’ [meaning that I commend you to God].
love this.
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