Missionary Poem

The ones of light,

begin their flight,

toward the dark,

with truth and light;

And down they fly,

down from the sky,

into the bowels,

where come the cries.

When they return,

their faith doth burn,

for those they bring,

have come to turn;

And when they come,

the holy one,

who reigns above,

welcomes them home.

As trumps do call,

and shake the wall,

for dark is shunned,

rejoices all.

Down from the sky,

again they fly,

to try once more,

to calm the cries.