Life's like a little funny song,
Or rather a collection of them,
Some with refrains and some without.
Some with glorious chorus'
And some with a rigorous One verse .
The only thing all of these songs have in common is pain.

Pain is the sure constant, Not to be thought of as a plague or a curse
but rather a load to be carried throughout life.
Some have more, some have less
But all the some's have an amount.

Hurt is a different story.
Its a song of pain sung unwell.
Out of tune, out of key.
Not handled well, more straining than constructing.
No man has ever benefited from an ounce of hurt,
and that's the difference.

So I'm gonna tell you a secret.
take the hurt out of all the pain. how you ask?
Whistle a tune, say a hymn or sing a prayer!
Go for a walk in the Mountains, or the valleys.
See beyond yourself,
See where your actually going with this load of pain, and straighten up and keep walking.
You wear that pain proud throughout your life.
Heavenly Father knew you could carry that load, and live.
For God giveth no amount of suffering that we can't handle.

Just don't give up.

*Take the hurt out of all the pain

I look into their tiny little brown eyes
And see all that they are capable of. The good. the bad and the ugly.
I've come to labor for them, so that they may have a school, and a chance at a proper education. so that they can break that poverty cycle.
I feel for them because I know how it is to be impoverished,
how it is to be looked down upon.

Here am I. An American. A white boy who stepped out of his comfort zone. or rather flew out.
I came here for adventure, and enlightenment, and found just that
on that beautiful mountain.
That one mountain
Cleansed my soul and completed the experience.
Yet most the people in the city never get to see this mountain like we guests do. They are to busy making a meager, over deserved living.
To busy making rice and potatoes, maybe a little meat on the side.
I'd like to say that I truly understand
but I still don't.
and neither do you
You have a love of a mother, the support of a father. you've never HAD to strike out on your own.
But they have. and their country doesn't care
and neither do you, come to think of it.
in fact you haven't given one thought about anybody in the Concrete jungle that is Lima
until now.
Or any body who's belly is sore in Africa
until I told you about it.
send a dollar send dime. do whatever you think will help, but until you work among them. until you've looked into their eyes.
you will never understand

Its for the redemption of Man that I tarry still On this mortal plane.
Its because The lord has filled my mouth that I still Speak his words and sing his songs.
Songs of Love and Faith.
Songs of atonement and redemption.
Songs of hope and cheer
for his next coming!
Oh How Joyous the occasion will be! as I stand in judgement, Before my lord.
My face is smudged with the dirt of Righteous service.
My hands, are cracked and tired from Long days of hard work.
My body aches
and
My clothes are torn.
beside me are snakes in suits, with fancy words and tumults aimed at the purpose of weaseling their own way to Salvation.
But not me.
I offer the lord my best, my worst. My all.
I offer up my mortal service, and my Missionary experiences.
I offer up my pocket-full of Souls I've touched, and wait for judgement.
I can see the worry in the serpents eyes, the doubt and fear.
they're dressed perfectly, their hair is perfectly greased back
and their disposition is fancy to say the least.

Oh, ye fools who look heavenly for most part, but have no trace of it in  their hearts, for Life is not about the love you appear to show, or the lives you appear to bless.
Life is about giving everybody and everything
YOUR ALL.
ALL your Love and all your Glory.
And such is the Kingdom of God.
Made up of Men like me who are meek and humble. made up of the weary, and the lowly in heart. Real men who did Real work.
Men who served
Lovingly, Faithfully.

For my love of God
The eternal Deity
My heavenly Father and friend,
I will depart from my
home
travel to near and distance lands
Spreading his love and words to those
who will feel and hear his
message of Love and cheer.
For I am one of the ninety and nine
of Gods Chosen lambs,
ne'er to go astray
ne'er to falter
as long as I fly
On the Wings of Faith