Revival's Call: A Vision Renewed

In days of old, our visions clear,
Yet now they fade, we scarcely hear.
The resurrection, a truth profound,
But in our hearts, it's seldom found.

We speak His name, yet shallowly,
Ignoring depths of love so free.
While comfort reigns, we turn away,
Forgetting Christ's eternal sway.

Missionaries of old, with fervent zeal,
Spread His word, their hearts unsealed.
Yet we, in comfort, silent stand,
Ignoring souls on distant lands.

But let us not dwell in the past,
For Easter's hope is meant to last.
A call to arms, a call to rise,
And lift His name to distant skies.

Let children bear the torch anew,
To preach His love, both bold and true.
For in their voices, His light will shine,
Guiding lost souls, in darkness, to dine.

Let us be fuel for the fire's glow,
So many may His grace know.
For His return, let's eagerly yearn,
Till all the world His love discerns.