Next Door

Lord I may never go overseas, but there is a mission field next door,
And I am not a rich man, but You lead me to give more,
Though I haven't reached perfection, I know I am forgiven,
My hope is others see You Lord, in this life that I am living,
For I've spent enough of my life, traveling down a sinful road,
And in any situation, I tried to carry the whole load,
But I've found Lord that in salvation, You take on my heavy yoke,
My faith grows every day, as I believe every word You've ever spoke,
And I want everyone to know, all the wonderful things that You have done,
That the road to righteous eternal life, was created by Your Son,
For Lord I know You don't want anyone, to miss all You have in store,
Now looking over this world's mission field, may I remember those next door.
Randy "Pops" Stone 07-20-11