The Call-

They sing in primary the words of the hymn

He smiles and sways to the familiar rhyme

 “I hope they call me on a mission”

So sure of his future condition

– I hope he makes it

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He still says yes when pointedly asked

But I’m unsure if his feelings are masked

At times he seems so very strong

To doubt his path would be wrong

– I hope he makes it

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The pull of the world increases each year

His own choice will rule – that is now clear

He picked his friends and stayed true

But life is refining his point of view

– I hope he makes it

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Advice freely offered from every side

But choices threatened a downward slide

A saving gesture from one kind and dear

But a mission call for two long years?

– I hope he makes it

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Twenty-Four months in far distant land 

With faith to put all in the Father’s hand

Such focus and effort to turn the tide

He may be more prepared than I

– I hope… I can make it