From the very first days of my own salvation I have had a God given burden for the lost …


I wanted only good for you,

Of this you can be sure.

I shared God’s word, so you’d be saved,

My motive, it was pure.


Upset with me, because I told,

Of heaven, and a hell.

These are the words that Jesus said,

So this is what I tell.


There is a pain, deep in my heart,

It’s there most every day.

I’ve pled for years, I’m speechless now,

There’s nothing left to say.


An enemy, I have become,

Because of truth proclaimed.

Good news for all, the Gospel call,

I will not be ashamed.


Comfort, and peace, salvation’s joy,

Could all be yours to keep.

But still you choose, to have blind eyes,

The Lord you will not seek.


Eternity, without the Lord,

Why is it you don’t fear?

Years, precious few, do swiftly pass,

As day of death draws near.


The Gospel call, it separates,

Both here, and when we die.

We leave behind, those dearly loved,

And to the Lord draw nigh.


I wanted only good for you,

There’s still no other goal.

Because the Lord has filled my heart,

With love for your lost soul.

Cathy White 2008 ©

Mark 8:36-38 For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul? Whosoever therefore shall be ashamed of me and of my words in this adulterous and sinful generation; of him also shall the Son of man be ashamed, when he cometh in the glory of his Father with the holy angels.