FIND ME
Find me called the man’s haunting eyes
Walking down the street, eating fries,
Missionaries passed, gave a nod of the head,
Yet not one word between them was said.

At work he laboured but was lost to the light,
If only I could find some way that is bright
To lift my empty, dying heart, who will care,
The member friend spiritually was not there.

One night he prayed, “Show me the right way,
Help me find truth and light.” he did quietly say.
The missionaries prayed for someone to teach,
Prayed that just one soul they could reach.

The Lord intervened, he went to buy a sub,
So did the missionary boys, shoulders they did rub,
The man dropped his change, at last a chance
The boys passed between them that knowing glance.

Can you imagine the joy as the truth came rushing in,
What peace and sweet calm he felt so very deep within,
As step by step he learned the truth of the gospel plan,
Missionaries, please all be alert to the spirit as you can.

Stay worthy, stay clean, be aware of those in need,
Look for truth hungry eyes, so you can truth feed.
Somewhere, there is someone who is earnestly seeking,
So don’t pass anyone by without smiling and speaking.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson May 25, 2002
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