Twas' the days before Christmas and all around the house
a tropical rainstorm was brewing and we found a dead mouse!
the stockings were hung on the staircase with care
handmade by our grandma, wish we could be there
The children all nestled and snug in their beds
while visions of American candy danced in their heads
Dad in his shorts, mom in her tank top
wrap gifts and think - the tropics are hot!
When out on the road the satpams motored by
watching white people shove a tree in their house, wondering why?
Then for the fifth time today, the Iman cries out from the mosque
a reminder to us why we go, we understand the cost
As we sit and we ponder another Christmas away
we log in to Skype and patiently pray
let the internet be steady, talking to our family is a must
without them it seems the holidays are bust
With heavy hearts we chat, laugh and then cry
I hope they understand the reasons why
we cannot be there, our place is here
to do our best to share Christ with those who live near
After four years away, we desperately miss home
so far away from our family, we feel quite alone
we are grateful to those who each day lift us up
through prayer, encouraging words or financial support
one day we will return to hopefully find
reconnections with those we have kept dear in our minds
but for now we just know our God is Sovereign and true
Merry Christmas to you all, know we very much love you!
With all our love,
Steve, Paula, Tori, Reba and Will