HEED THE CALL
Where doth the God of love and virtue send
His servant whom He cherished all the night
To mend the stalks, and drying roots to tend
Within His fields that blossom blooms of white?
To them who spin and toil thus apart
And walk a burdened path through whetted rain
God sends His man with tools in hand and heart
To smoothe the spoke and lift the ladened chain.
But as the brazen wheel so turns about
Support is lent from every tine inside
That no lone man be shamed to turn and rout
But stand afirm with saged grace for guide.
Let help and aid come soon to whom travail,
Let called men heed, and may the Lord prevail.
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