God is calling out His warriors;
Calling, now, for girls and boys
Who will carry forth the banner:
Who can stand the battle noise ...

And He wants the noble ~ gentle,
Wants the purest and the brave.
So, set your goals up higher!
You can ride the wildest wave!

Though you walk through din and rubbish,
You can be above reproach ~
If you keep your council constant,
If you listen to your Coach!

He needs those to call "Prince Valiant",
Needs a "Joan of Arc" or two.
Have you thought, my little children,
That He might be calling you?

You may see the vulgar gesture.
But, you do not do the same.
You may hear the slimy story.
But, it shall not bear your name.

For, you keep your bridle anchored
On your tongue and rule your life,
And you’ll never spit the words out
That can only bring out strife.

God is calling, Oh, so softly.
So, don’t turn the music loud.
When He speaks, you’ll hear His whisper;
Even if you’re in a crowd.

He’s the Master of all Masters;
Full of mercy, love and grace.
When you’ve waged the war of ages,
You shall see Him face to face!


© 2004 by Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com

Eph. 4:15 "... lest I become a castaway ..."