"The Mission"

There are three walls and an empty space
Where the fourth should be
Children in hand-me-down Pokemon shirts
Sit in the stifling summer breeze
Their parents (those who have them)
Sit on the benches for hours on end
While back home an hour passes
Then we want to be back home again

A single word rises in the silence
And it's met with such glee
"Jesus" the village preacher shouts
"Jesus loves you, Jesus loves me"
There's weeping and there's crying
There's people getting saved
In this small corner of Haiti
Far from the United States

The eyes of the children belie hunger
But their souls are being fed
Some have never had a home cooked meal
Or even seen a real bed
But they want for nothing
In this harsh world will suffice
Except the saving grave
Of the Lord King Jesus Christ

This is the Christian mission
To spread the gospel far
Whether just down your street
Or under foreign stars
And I'm always in awe
Of the things that God can do
When he works through me,
When he works through you...