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
I have come to find that the giving up becomes increasingly poingnant as time goes by because the longer I live, the more I've missed in the lives of those I left behind.
The price is high, missions is costly in every way. On our most recent podcast I share about the price we have to pay when it comes to being obedient to the call. http://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-cni94-942e1b