A
poem affectionately dedicated to the memory of Brother Bruce Morrison,
an
American missionary and martyr of the new millennium.
Gone
hast thou, dear brother Mo
Folding
thy earthly tent
In
such a painful haste
Two
thousand and one
In
thy year of prime
Gone
hast thou, dear brother Mo
Leaving
six youngsters
And
life companion of thine
All
missionary sojourners
By
the Yangtze River’s
City
of Wuhan
Gone
hast thou, dear brother Mo
Bidding
not a farewell
With
countenance so shine
To
thy parents and friends
Dwelling
yonder across
The
Pilgrim's land
Gone
hast thou, dear brother Mo
Survived
by two nations
And
six billion souls all
Still
gravitated to
This
sin-smitten
Lowly,
lowly world
Gone
hast thou, dear brother Mo
Called
by thy Master
To
live is to serve the Lord
In
sweat and in toil
To
die is to gain
Glory
and reward
Gone
hasf thou, dear brother Mo
Resting
in peace
Till
the seventh trumpet
Screeching
to gather
Saints
of all ages
Before
the Lamb's feet
(Original
poem was composed on Feb. 5, 2001)