The Missionarry Song

The following poem was written many years ago when our family resided in a foreign country where Christianity was not permitted.

We had a covert group of faithful believers who met in the home of a godly man who weekly hosted the faithful without thought of the danger he might be bringing upon himself.

Included in our group were those who had been tortured for their faith in other lands, those who had seen miracles of deliverance that could have been wrought only by the hand of God, young American pilots who flew their dangerous missions and found their way to us.

I dedicate this poem to his widow, who worked side-by-side with him to assure that the worship of the Living Christ go forth in that place, and to my son, who left yesterday on a missionary journey to a dark land.


"The Missionary Song" by S.D.

The earth is my Father's
And where're I am
I know that I dwell
In the palm of His hand.

No matter how far
His wide earth I roam,
I rest in His keeping
And know I am home.

Though demon or devil
Dare challenge me sore
I flee to my Father,
Press in to Him more.

Though enemy mortal
Or spirit I face,
His wing covers me
I'm safe by His grace.

No minion from hell
Need my heart e're fear--
Whenever I call,
My Father is near.

In sweet land of freedom
Or warfare and strife,
My heart is at rest,
For HE guards my life.

The earth is my Father's
And where're I be,
I know I'm at home--
HE lives here with me.