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This is a quick poem I wrote a few weeks ago when I learned that I could be going to India on a mission trip this February. I hope you enjoy it.
Take this heart,
and lead me where you'll have me,
over the planes into the strife.
Take these hands,
that I may build your church,
and improve your children's lives.
Take these feet,
that I may travel to them,
singing songs of sweet, sweet grace.
Take these ears,
that I may hear your daughters,
calling out unto their King.
Take this mouth,
that I may preach the gospel,
freely to the gathered crowds.
Take these eyes,
that I may witness children,
coming to the holy father.
Take this heart,
and lead me where you'll have me,
over the planes into the strife.
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<center>“Envy consists in seeing things never in themselves, but only in their relations. If you desire glory, you may envy Napoleon, but Napoleon envied Caesar, Caesar envied Alexander, and Alexander, I daresay, envied Hercules, who never existed.”
at one point, I was alejandrah.
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