When God made land to part the seas,

He looked ahead to you and me.

To God means nothing of time and of space,

But one of these days, I'll see his bless'd face.

He likes to work in mysterious ways.

To create the Earth took only six days.

He made Ten Commandments, but 'twas not a sin

Not asking other people to enter in.

He sent His son to die on a tree

To benefit all, not just you and me.

Our commission is to go and tell all everywhere

That Jesus still saves, He loves, and He cares.

Many missionaries out in the field

By spreading the Gospel have been killed.

The amount of ministers is now growing slim.

It's your turn now, go tell the world about Him.