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In this next piece, you see Lila's (or her mother's) heart for the challenge of sharing God's Good News. She embraces that God will save whom He will save but she realizes the responsibility, the privilege, and the blessing of having a part in His work.
I SLEPT, and dreamed, and then this voice I heardSo sweet and low:“Lift up thine eyes, look forth upon the fields.White as the snow-
“White to the harvest; who will reap the grain?Who garner in?Who leave the shades of luxury and easeTo save from sin?
“Behold the fields, how white they are, how full,The stalks, how high and fair!The grain will fall unpicked-my people know-Why pause they lingering here?
“And thou, wilt thou not go?” the voice went on,In tones so strong yet mild,“Thy work is there, it calls, it calls to thee,Wilt thou not go, my child?'”
I gazed upon the fields, so hot they seemed-The workers worn with toil;Why should I leave my peaceful, quite valesFor stain and moil?
Then answered, “Lord, I am so happy here,My dear ones nigh;Others who’d better serve will heed they call,But why need I?”
My heavenly Guest but bowed his thorn-crownedhead,He said no more;Then silently he left me-I awoke-The dream was o’er.
And now-how strange it is-how sad andstrange---To feel like this;Why should I be dissatisfied, unblessed,Having my wish?
Having my dearest wish, my heart’s desire,Ease, dear ones nigh;Yet thinking always on those white, white fields,I can but sigh,
For something heav’ly weighs my spirit down,And tears my heart;The grain will all be gathered-that I hope,But, oh, to bear my part!
Ah, gracious Visitor, should’st thou returnWith gentle, urgent plea for service meet,I’d count it sweetest, aye, divinest joy,And cast self at thy feet.