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God's Minutemen

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · May 16, 1912

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 89, No. 20.

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God's Minutemen

By C. M. SNOW

C. M. SNOW
INTO our little day of life there flow, Like rivulets of silver, sunshine-kissed, Some lives so full of hope, so full of truth, So near to God and freighted with his love, That when the sad day comes when we must part, Some portion of our life seems plucked away, Some pleasant plant uprooted from the spot Where spade of love had turned the willing soil To give it place. We feel a biting loss, An emptiness we can not hope to fill Save with a fuller measure of the love That flows unfettered from the heart of God.
Such lives are never fruitless; round them cling The tendrils of ten thousand other lives God-lifted upward toward the heights of day. Such lives are ladders on whose sturdy rungs The souls of men mount upward to their God. They are God's instruments, and through their use The outposts of his cause move ever on Toward final victory over Satan's hosts. We can not hope to hold them when we know The wide world needs them and their ministries. The sin-parched soil of every continent Cries out for service such as they can give.
And so we bid them go, and our God-speed Shall ever with them be, and fervent prayer That God may use them there to point the way For souls that hunger for the Canaan land. May God go with them to that needy field, His guiding hand be over them for good, And precious souls their joy of service be, When God shall bring them to the home beyond.