Honesty

To the Christians in Nepal

6/22/18 -single edit made 8/19/20

Somewhere out there is a child,

scared for her life.

She hears words of joy,

of eternal salvation,

promising life- 

but lives expecting death.

A candle in the darkness

that can't shine its light

while the hounds are around-

but they can't snuff it out.

No one can stop a fire this big,

one that started with blood

and ended all sin.

No one can erase what's already been written,

the fates can't change

just because people won't hear them.

You can make a grown man weak;

but you can't stop a heart born strong.

It pumps and serves the blood to the body,

connected to each other-

all the different parts. 

The finger is far from the toe 

but will defend it. 

No one chooses their family,

but we can choose to love them;

to shine a beacon of hope from across the world.

You and I are just flesh and blood,

but the spirit in us will never grow cold.

Who can compare the young and the old?

We are brother and sister:

let's fight for our own. 

  "Truly I tell you," Jesus replied, "no one who has left home or brothers or sisters or mother or father or children or fields for me and the gospel will fail to receive a hundred times as much in this present age: homes, brothers, sisters, mothers, children and fields—along with persecutions—and in the age to come eternal life." -Mark 10: 29-30