The following was written some time ago upon hearing that a grandson was planning to study for the Christian ministry- in the tradition of his grandfather and two uncles, as well as of his father who is a Christian writer.

A Voice- the Call- that Truth compels;

Its unrelenting Wind that swells;

That Hunger Pang but One can fill;

The Lion's roar that whispers still;

Blood Stain refusing bleach or fade;

A Sun from which there is no shade;

Pursuit; Demand;Divine Employ

To sacred Sorrow's splendid Joy.

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