Poem -

Letter to His Australasian Flock

Don't sleep now

Would your hearts be prepared

Would they be prepared to love

What if those people of Sin in your midst

Suddenly became associated with The Enemy

Would you be prepared to love them

Some are proud of their Far Eastern heritage

Some support their State of origin

Others vehemently do not

Some are Christians like you

But all still look right "foreign"

Would you love your neighbour

When "her people" are taking over?

Would you love the "yellow" man with the gun pointed in your face?

Would you love that red star fallen who has killed your loved ones?

Would you still love after they have burnt all your bibles?

Would you still bless them and pray for them?

And what if they took away all your churches too

Could you still love your oppressors?

Could you still love God?

Would you reflect on these things and ask yourself sincerely

Is your heart prepared to love even if such things took place?

Would you be at peace and surrendered

Able to remain looking into His Face

Or would you grow bitter

And join the rest of a dying Race?

Search into your heart deep

Are you just a dancing pet goat

Or are you truly

And I do mean truly

the Master's sheep?

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