A beautiful call, to walk with people
To share their tears, to lift a prayer, to stand with hope when none is there.
Oh the joy our hearts can feel when God begins to move and heal
When prayers are answered, hope is found, and broken lives turn back around.
When sickness fades and strength returns, when peace replaces all that burns.
When families once in pain and strife find love, and laughter fills their life.
When children lost in fear or night begin to see a future bright.
These moments make the calling true a sacred path we’re glad to pursue.
For many nights on bended knee we fight in prayer for those we see.
For every home, for every child,for hearts once broken, lost, or wild.
Yet there are things few eyes can see, the quiet cost of ministry.
When some feel hurt or drift away, or feel forgotten along the way.
We hear their pain, we hold it near, yet carry silent burdens here.
Behind each sermon, prayer, and song are days that stretch our hearts so long.
And sometimes our most tender plea is whispered soft in secrecy
Lord, our children too may feel the pain, yet in Your hands they will remain.
Though tears may fall and hearts feel sore, we trust You’ll make them stronger, more and more.
For though this road brings wounds at times, it’s still a path of grace divine.
Through every joy and every call, God’s faithful hand still holds us all.