Newspapers lay scattered
on the filthy streets.
I walk past,
and feel
an overpowering hopelessness
for this land.
Here,
There is one apartment,
Many homeless,
And a bondage to sin.
An ambulance
Races
Past.
As I turn
My head,
I discover
Myself the only
One to notice;
It passes as a common occurrence to others.
When I began my walk,
I was like a tourist
- I could care less.
But now-
After being tested,
Tried,
And refined by the fire-
The eyes of my heart have been opened.
I pause
for a moment
In my walk,
And see my distance
That I've covered:
Eating lunch with homeless,
Serving hot chocolate,
Carrying conversation,
Drama,
Reaching out to children,
Just being a friend.
Before this trial
Was who I was
Before the missions trip.
I turn my eyes to above,
To see the cloud in the sky
That I am to follow.
I look down,
And see a cross
On my chest,
A "worship" bag
On my shoulder,
Tired shoes,
And the middle
Of this connecting path.
I look forward
And see
My Lord and Savior
Guiding me forward through
This trip-
And into the rest of my life.
There is hope.
"Open the eyes of my heart Lord,
open the eyes of my heart;
I want to see you,
I want to see you."