Bow a knee heavenward
and mutter gusts of
incense
for the disciples discipling,
for the
commissioned that have
made souls their mission,
the relieved weary
out in the field laboring,
for the hope
dealers on urban streets,
the soul employees
in the marketplace,
for the grace
messengers walking
the corridors of
law and governance,
the athletes racing for souls,
the guitarists
strumming for salvation,
the authors penning
for righteousness,
the apologists
defending our faith,
and everyone
offering incense for,
the redemption of
the creation.
Pray also for you;
for you
are his ultimate
mission.
Bow a knee
heavenward,
for the Lord of Harvest
to push us out
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