Here's a poem I wrote on my mission:

Heart of Man

Take a man, and take his Sight--
Give him darkness for the light.
Take that man and take his Ears,
And music will not soothe his tears.
Take his Tongue, he will not shout,
Or take his Mind, no more he'll doubt.

But try to take th'Eternal Soul--
No bullet there can make a hole.
No sword can rend, no lion tear,
Nor chains can hold what we find there.

Though Tyrants rage and words decry
Man's own Heart, it shall not die.
Though body age, give up the Ghost--
Fly away-- to Heavn'ly Host.
His actions there shall be his Guide--
Fire and Flame-- or Jesus' side.

None else can damn th'Immortal Soul
He alone shall choose his Goal:
A Broken Law or Law be Kept,
Show if he'll have Laughed-- or Wept.

God's Great Gift of Agency--
As so we lived, again to Be.
Here we find this Liberty,
Through Jesus' Blood we can be Free.

Satan's chains no more might hold,
We no more may feel the Cold.
We're freed from these, Hell and Death.
Through Love, That change to our last Breath.
Do all we can, God does the rest,
If sweat be found upon our Breast,
We'll find--
Rest.