This is a poem, based on the story I just told, that is shared with the missionary students at the start of each semester to remind them how important it is that they will be praying for other missionaries. Maybe it will help encourage you too.
Hold The Ropes
Down beneath the mighty ocean
Divers plunge for treasures rare.
But men hold the ropes above them
So they breathe the upper air.
Seeking pearls of richest value
Braver hearts have dared to go.
But our hands must every moment
Hold the ropes that reach below.
So amid the heathen darkness
There are heroes, true and brave,
Shrinking not from death or danger,
Bearing all to help and save.
But they cry, “Oh, do not leave us,
“Mid these dreadful depths to drown,
“Let us feel your prayers around us,
“Hold the ropes as we go down!”
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