A Syrian cry.

A Syrian Cry

Hearts that are broken

Hands that are weak.

Strength quickly fading, 

Emotions running deep

Cuts raw and bleeding.

Families torn apart

Minds trapped in captivity.

Darkness fills weary eyes

A country robbed.  Stolen

From beneath stumbeling feet.

Children desiring laughter,

Mothers desiring peace.

Men given over to failure,

Fathers admiting defeat.

A voice echoes in the stillness

A cry resounds in the deep

Hands and feet are comming

They are running fast and free. 

To shine light into darkness,

Hope into defeat.

To remove the truth hindering vail.

Let love destroy strongholds 

And set captives free.

Free from hurt, from pain

FREE

To be free, live free an

SHOUT

shout hope, shine truth. 

Bringing those at the crossroads

A people too their knees

                                            Recieving life.

(A Syrian cry- dedicted to the lost, broken and hurting nation of Syria and her displaced people. all is not lost.)

Northbound finds themselves In the mists of current world events. We are  currently  in the kingdom of Jordan. Only 10 kilometres from Zaatari, the seccond largest refugee camp in the world. Seccond only to a camp in Somalia.

Here on the edge of Syria in the town of Mafraq, which means crossroads we are praying that it will be that a plave where the broken nation comes to a crossroads in their life and turn, running strait into Grace, running right into Jesus.

(More details too follow soon)