Missionaries

To men biking
Up the hill to the forgotten house.
Greeted at the door,
The men walk in
A family surrounding.
They speak,
Love and faith
The family listens.
They leave for home,
But many times return,
Each time the family greets,
They speak,
And the family listens,
Each time, their testimonies grow.

Weeks later, the men,
With the family,
Go into water.
Cleansing, Happiness, and Love
Met the men and women
As they came out,
As a new family,
And as new men.

What Joy to this day,
More and more,
Every day,
Come closer, and closer,
To our Father,
And his Son.