The early church in olden days
Had a desire to tell
The sinner about Jesus Christ,
About Heaven and hell.
Indeed, they were not perfect souls,
But yet they loved their Lord;
And strove to follow this command
In spite of peril and sword.
The more people they converted,
The more the tension grew.
The wicked rulers of the land
Did not know what to do.
A lot of folks were burned at stake,
Some put in dungeons cold,
Because they spread the Gospel word
With faith and courage bold.
These brave soldiers who suffered much
Were such bright lights indeed,
But to tell others about God
They still did see a need.
Now many years since then have passed;
We Christians tend to say
“Be an example to the world;
You need not tell the way.”
But if this point of view were true,
Then I would like to know:
As did the church in olden days,
Why doesn’t our church grow?
Is it that in America,
The fire has grown cold?
Since faith is good, why don’t we share
As did the saints of old?
In other lands this very day,
The fire is burning bright;
Because Christians are zealous there
And vigorous in fight.
While we thank God for freedom here,
They praise their Lord on high.
And thank Him that for Jesus’ sake
They suffer and they die.
So as martyrs in other lands
Are shedding blood for God,
If we would also spread God’s Word,
Our blood would stain our sod.
Is it a blessing from our God
That our country is free?
Or is it ‘cause we aren’t a “threat”
To the society?
Are we ashamed or have no time?
Dear friends, the time is nigh.
If we don’t bring the folks to God,
The populace will die.
So, in conclusion, friends, let’s take
The path that Jesus trod,
Showing lost souls, the narrow way,
That leads men home to God.
– Darren Brubaker
