In the volumes of Your book, it is written of me. Psalm 40:7,8 Hebrews 10:5-7
Trails of them Tears run Flowing unchecked down well-worn furrows Staining the strongest Bringing lower the lowest Mothers, daughters, fathers and sons Great rivers of sorrow No escape from the darkness Alone in the suffering Does anyone see? Does anyone care? Hands folded, knees bowed low Oh God rescue us, rescue us... An unexpected hand,… Continue reading Unchecked
In this world of great pain and need, what can be done to bring meaningful change? On the African continent alone, there are hundreds of millions of stories like these; it feels like an impossible situation. I am daily assaulted with feelings of despair when I see hungry children, abused women, and hopelessness in the eyes of the vulnerable. Are we exempt from doing anything because whatever we do won’t be enough to touch vast swaths of the population?
Shattered dreams Where once was hope Scattered around me