Love them, pray for them, win them (Ruth Bell Graham)

Full poem:
Look o’er the fields about you –
riveted, hilled with graves;
no one can count the number
of those who perish as slaves;
slaves to the sin they were born in,
knowing no God or His Light;
died without God’s great salvation,

Look o’er the people about you –
faces so furrowed with care
lined and hardened by sorrow
sin has placed on them there;
think of the evil they live in,
hopes none and joys so few;
love them, pray for them, win them
lest they should perish too.

An untitled poem from Ruth Bell Graham (wiki)



   
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