What touched me most? To see the older brothers,
The older sisters sit with eyes so calm,
Yet in their depth, the sorrow quietly hidden,
That only God could give the needed balm.
Some loss unknown to us the new onlookers,
Something that meant the Kingdom suffered loss.
That burdened these, our elder brothers, sisters,
Yet nailed them even firmer to the cross.
Their hair is grey, their steps are not so firm now,
And yet their word of doctrine is sound and sure,
Experience has made them wise in wisdom,
And showed to us what courage can endure.
We could not know the many inward battles,
That led them often to the Master's Feet,
That they may know just how to guide His people,
These they have known the bitter and the sweet.
What touched me most, The servants strong and healthy,
Who bearing now the heat of midday sun
Have purpose fixed to finish well with honour,
The chequered path, the race they have begun.
And some have come from fields afar and lonely,
Their sacrifice unseen by those at home,
We could not know the seas that each have travelled,
Tasting the hidden depth beneath the foam.
We only hear the wonderful rejoicing
That souls were won in distant heathen lands,
And yet we saw the signs of self denial,
The victories won, such as God understands.
And many lives that gathered in that Meeting,
whether at home or from across the sea,
Showed how worthwhile this ever daily dying,
To go with Him, the Man of Galilee.
What touched me most? Those who had newly offered
And laid upon the altar all they had.
Who stepping out into the unknown future,
Who for His sake left all and could feel glad.
Sent out as sheep in midst of wolves so cruel,
Turning to Him since no one else could know,
Just what it meant to leave their home and brethren,
To take His Hand and trusting forward go.
I could not know each life to God so precious,
But this I know was surely manifest,
The dying life, the service never measured,
The love to give to God each of his best.
Though aged or young, the purpose made for ever,
and that was why God's servants there were met,
To help to bind the offering to the altar,
Until for each the sinking sun would set
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