I'm Going On The Mission Field

A brilliant, very thought provoking and challenging poem written by E. King, challenging Christians about Mission

I'm going into the mission field

The Lord has told me so

The Bible's packed, the passport's out

When God says "Go" I'll go!

In dreams I see the strong, brave me

Hacking through the green

Preaching gospel to the tribes

Where no white man has been

I'm going into the mission field

I’m ready for the fight, and

I would be now in fervent prayer

If I had slept last night

If I could thump that lousy drunk

From number twenty three!

Someone should sort him out

Disturbing decent folk like me!

I'm going into the mission field

It's perilous, I know, but

We are God's soldier's after all

Where he says: "Go" I'll go!

Oh no, that scruffy tramp again

Loitering outside

They say he's on drugs, you know

I think I'd better hide

You're not safe anywhere these days

This town is getting grim

If he dabbles with my dahlias

I'll set the dog on him!

I'm going into the mission field

Sailing distant shores

With tracts and hymns and Bible things

With good news for the poor

Will it be Africa or Spain                              

The tropics need some prayer                                     

I'll claim Hawaii for the Lord                               

I feel they need me there                                        

Oh the joy of serving God

Of setting people free

This drunken, dirty, drugged up town

Has seen the last of me

You should have seen the mess last week

The rubbish down the street

Beer cans and chewing gum

Sticking to my feet

And all those awful lager louts

Why do they let them out

This place is going off, I think

Someone should sort it out

I'm going into the mission field

The Lord has told me so

I'm going where the need is, and

When God says: "Go", I'll go!