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)