We are called out for the mission
To give of love without condition
Some are called to the foreign land
But all are to be his feet and hands
Where words fall silent, love speaks
To find a home is what the heart seeks
Our own homes can be the mission field
Our towns and communities to be healed
Preach with conviction, with peace, not rage
The voice of a prophet and wisdom of a sage
They will see your joy and how it is portrayed
In the face of persecution, you stand unafraid
If they question, they are open
If they are open turn them not away
Pray for them and with them
I will break their hearts of stone
Until they beat for me alone
Each of us has a mission should we accept it
Something to reach out right where we are
At work, in town, or riding in your car
Each gifted uniquely for a special role
And what a gift to uplift another human soul
To care for the widows and orphans
The forgotten and the oppressed
The stranger and the refugees
To work and know the work is blessed
Each of us is on a mission to do the work of God
Just don't expect the whole world to applaud
Sow the seeds of faith and hope
The seeds of charity and love
The wisdom of God was spoken
Like an echo from above

Months after his passing
I was broken, beat, and bruised
I don't know what to feel
As I sat in silence in a dark room

Demons haunt me
I hear their voices
Life in general was pointless
So I thought suicide was the option

Sleepless nights
Heavy thinking
I hear my demons over and over again
No point in living anymore

Death has found me
And it wants me to take my life as I broke down
I see shadows of my past
With a hint of blood

I've seen my own shadows
They walk in dark pastures
As they head to the Valley of Shadow of Death
My eyes are set to close as I breathed heavily

Until one day
There was a light of hope gazing through my eyes
I see a hand reaching out to me
With a voice saying "My son, come back to me"

I broke down in tears
As I held His hand with my blood all over
He spoke to me and said
"You are loved by My love"

I repented for what I did
And after hearing His voice and holding His hand
I found the courage to keep on living
And endure the journey no matter what the circumstances

I have finally broken my silence
With open wounds, dry blood, and a used knife
My eyes were staring at my limbs
I broke down in tears with agony

I knew I am loved by a God who loves me for who I am
I just didn't see it
After months of agony
I have found a reason why I deserve to live