PMG- a poem

I can't wait!
Anticipate.
All I can do
Will soon come through.
"No Greater Call"
I'll 'catch' them all.
A fisher of men,
I'll share with them
The Greatest Light
Where there's no night.
Woes may come,
But through the storm
They will have Him
So sing a hymn!
All because
Somebody was
Called to serve.
Someone with nerve
Had light and joy
And was not coy,
But shared with love
Love from above.

I can't wait
I won't be late!
I'll go out
And, though a sprout,
I'll feel blessed,
Not overdressed.
In His goodness
I'll build some nests,
I'll plant some seeds,
Pluck out the weeds,
Sow some wheat
In a heartbeat-
Or maybe two,
Depends on you!

Oh, come and serve,
You've got the nerve.
You can't wait!
Anticipate
That white jumper,
And in it, her
Whom you have blessed.
She's overdressed
In His good love,
Love from above,
All from one who came-- YOU!!