For those who have learned the truth but have yet to obey it, Lord, we pray. Possession of the truth is precious. So few have heard the gospel. To be blessed by someone sharing the Good News of Jesus Christ is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Continue reading
Dewayne Bryant reminds us to pray for the lost:
All around us are people who do not know, or have not submitted to, Jesus Christ. As Christians, we understand the joyful blessings that are part of living a Christian life. We also understand the consequences of departing this life without knowing Christ. While there are many things we can do to reach the lost, we cannot forget about the importance of prayer as part of our efforts to share the gospel with others.
Read his whole article here.
Our Father in heaven, the noise of the world drowns out the voice of your Spirit. Let us flee first to be edified by your presence, in order to engage later our neighbors and share with them the gospel.
They just don’t get it, Lord. Time and time again they have heard. They ooh and aah. They find it so interesting. They want it to help them have a better life. But they’re trying to get without giving. Or give what they are willing to let go of. Continue reading
Lord, we don’t know how to make things happen for people to be reached with the gospel. Throw us out into the midst of the nations. Put us in the path of people headed toward perdition. Though we ask no miracle, send us to the lost, like Peter to Cornelius, Phillip to the eunuch, Ananias to Saul. Continue reading
Let swell in us your love of souls,
To speak the news of saving death;
Let men believe that we are fools,
So one might feel the Spirit’s breath. Continue reading
Give me the grace to touch a soul today,
A single soul, or if by mercy’s kind embrace,
Might I save two? One to take my place,
Another to extend the Kingdom’s sway.
The power, the glory, the quiet peace
The Spirit of God bestows;
Let courage in Christ and faith increase,
The heart in hope repose. Continue reading
Father, send the workers in!
The fields are ripe, the ranks are thin,
The labor’s great, to save from sin
A holy people to praise your Name. Continue reading
I believe — help my unbelief!
Without faith, my life will come to grief;
O God Almighty, power is yours, and might,
To you I turn, who dwells in purest light; Continue reading
Save me from judging another’s looks,
For all alike need Jesus’ care;
None are free from Satan’s hooks,
No matter what we wield or wear.
Each one a soul with life impressed,
Creation’s crown, all heaven’s pride,
The power to choose within the breast,
For every person Jesus died.
Let words of life from lips flow free,
Let Calvary’s tune reach every ear;
The suffering man make mercy see,
Make love the span, to breach our fear.
This day, when flowers upon a grave are laid,
When honoring lights are lit, and prayers are said,
When tears are spilt, the living remember the dead,
I think of souls whose Judgment looms ahead.
No fate can change by suffering beyond the grave,
But only the Cross of Christ—the life he gave—
Redeems the lost who obey this side of death,
Who follow the Blessed Name while still there’s breath.
So while I breathe, while blood flows in the veins,
While the mind is sound, and bodily strength remains,
Let every thought and movement be given to save
The moribund dead before they enter the grave.