The world needs to know Jesus. We are the only ones who will tell the world the great poem about our hero. If you do not feel a desperate urge to communicate Jesus to the world then you must ask yourself the question , “What is God doing in my life?”
We have an answer to all the worlds problems. We need to tell the world our poem about our hero Jesus Christ. We are all called to be Poets and to tell the poem that only we can. The world longs for this.
To all swift things for swiftness did I sue;
Clung to the whistling mane of every wind.
But whether they swept, smoothly fleet,
The long savannahs of the blue;
Or whether, Thunder-driven,
They clanged His chariot ‘thwart a heaven,
Plashy with flying lightnings round the spurn o’ their feet--
Fear wist not to evade as Love wist to pursue.
Still with unhurrying chase,
And unperturbed pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
Came on the following Feet,
And a Voice above their beat--
Naught shelters thee who will not shelter me…
Exerpt from the Hound of Heaven by Francis Thompson