Wednesday, September 16, 2015

To See



I see poverty, and I see widows and orphans

I see water mixed with rubbish and sewage flowing in the gaps between tin-roofed homes

I see the same drunk man stumbling around the slum with his bag of Waragi




I would have gone home ages ago

If not for these eyes He’s given

I would have run away, but He lets me see




Evil and oppression are so very present, but they’re only mist

Brokenness is only a veil between us and Glory

The Kingdom of Heaven is already, but not yet




Because the Coming One will come, and He will not delay

I remember a story of a veil being torn

The One Who Conquers, saying “It is finished.” 




And with these eyes He’s given, I see

Widows drawn to their Redeemer Husband

And orphans Fathered






When Jesus walks through Namuwongo, 

Evil and oppression shut their mouths

The drunk man becomes even more undignified, dancing in wild worship




I see Rivers of Living Water flow through this wasteland

All who are weary find their rest

All who hunger, hunger no more






When Jesus walks through Namuwongo

His warriors of Light rise out of the darkness

And flowers bloom on what’s been long dead






When Jesus walks through Namuwongo,

Everything changes

Everything changes.


3 comments:

  1. What beautiful eyes he has given you and thank you for sharing.

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  2. This is beautiful. I needed this tonight. Can't wait to see Namuwongo.

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  3. God bless you Natalie. :) I am Sandi's stepdaughter. I wish we could have connected when I was in Uganda in July. I didnt know how the trip was going to unfold since I was with a group. It was a hard and fantastic 10 days. I met many other volunteers and muzungu while we were serving with Sole Hope, Healing Faith, and African Hearts. I wished i had contacted you ahead of time. Blessings to you as you do the work there that my heart longs to do. If not for such a large family at home, and a husband who doesnt (yet) have the same desire to stay long term, I too would stay, and give, and love. I do so from a far, but would willingly go again the next time the door is open. thank you for doing the work you do and for sharing this beautiful poem.

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