Your mission

If you cannot on the ocean,
Sail among the swiftest fleet,
Rocking on the highest billows,
Laughing at the storms you meet,

You can stand among the sailors,
Anchored yet within the bay;
You can lend a hand to help them,
As they launch their boats away

If you are too week to journey
Up the mountain, steep and high,
You can stand within the valley,
While the multitude go by.

You can chant in happy measure,
As they slowly pass along;
Though they may forget the singer,
They will not forget the song.

If you have not gold and silver
Ever ready to command,
If you cannot toward the needy
Reach an ever-open hand,

You can visit the afflicted,
O'er the erring you can weep;
You can be a true disciple,
Sitting at the Savior's feet.

If you cannot in a conflict
Prove yourself a soldier true,
If where the fire and smoke are thickest
There's no work for you to do,

When the battle field is silent,
You can go with careful tread;
You can bear away the wounded,
You can cover up the dead.

Do not stand then idly waiting
For some greater work to do;
Fortune is a lazy goddess,
She will never come to you.

Go and toil in any vineyard
Do not fear to do or dare;
If you want a field of labor,
You can find it anywhere.

~E. M. Gates