You who are rushing, rushing

You who are waiting, waiting -

Blessed are you who come in the Name of the Lord.

You who are leading, marching

You who are anointed, appointed -

Blessed are your swift feet to follow Him.

But when the watchmen come to you

Knocking earnestly on your doors -

Blessed are they who bring His warnings too.

They who work hard to raise a family

In love and Godliness day by day

Are no less precious saints of God;

She who is wresting, laboring

In prayer on the floor

Is no less a part of My Kingdom

Than those who march bravely, victoriously

Into the uttermost parts of the earth

Wrapped in the prayers of the little ones -

Because it is about obedience,

Following the Lord God Almighty

And carrying our own particular cross.

(by Sarah M.)