My Journey in Niger

Life among the Sokoto Fulani of Niger

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

in remembrance




a friend. a father. a son. a brother. a husband. a leader. a follower...now worshipping in the very presence of our Lord.




"I sat with him for hours
And listened to his voice
As he read stories about our Lord
I listened as he stumbled
But never did he grumble
He said the work was hard
But he was ready for the challenge

My prayer was for him
To read the Scriptures
In his own tongue
In his own time
For his people
So they could know the truth
And be set free

[he] Will never have to read
Another Word again
For he can hear them
Spoken from the very lips of God "

-parts of a poem by chelsea, a summer missionary

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