A heart
no longer my
own
cries out
for those left behind.
Smiles on
faces so dear,
eyes burning
with desire,
raised arms
hungry for more.
Roads traveled
once
and yet a
million times.
Take me to Your
throne of Grace.
Knight me as
a forerunner
for Your
people.
Set my feet
in motion.
I weary of
being still.
Throw me
before the water brook
that I may
quench my thirst.
Father,
offer up that level of passion
That wavers
above.
Calling,
beckoning,
inviting me.
Let my hands
touch heaven
as I dance
once again
to the music
of the
Nations.
MISSING AFRICA TODAY.
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