Will I Make My Master Plead?

Must our God plead for workers,

To plant Gospel seed today?

Must He beg us now to speak,

With this world in Satan's sway?

Is there no one left to hear,

Our Lord's most merciful voice?

Are they all already saved,

Who would make the Lord their choice?

Does His blood no longer cleanse,

Those hearts grieved because of sin?

Can His light no longer reach,

Where Satan's chains once had been?

The answer is most certain,

Our God has lost not a thing.

There is nothing that exists,

To lift the crown from our King.

Committed to each of us,

A gospel of love and might.

It bears the strength to transform,

sinful scars to robes of white.

What God has placed in our hands,

Belongs not to us to hoard.

It is not a hidden jewel,

To be tucked away and stored.

This priceless truth must be taught

To the wealthy and the poor.

Without it how will they know,

To open salvation's door? 

This edict belongs to us,

It's on every page we read.

I must ask this question now,

"Will I make my Master plead?"