Lima has my heart
I was loved by these children
Until it hurt me
I don't speak Spanish
Yet they laughed and played with me
They called me their friend
Playground encounter
I thought I'd never see them
But the Lord provides
The hardest goodbye
Was to the mob of children
Kissing me farewell
Why do you love me?
We can't talk, I won't be back
Why are you so pure?
I will miss you all
Each of you has touched my heart
More than you can know
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 4:55 AM UTC
Lima has my heart
I was loved by these children
Until it hurt me
I don't speak Spanish
Yet they laughed and played with me
They called me their friend
Playground encounter
I thought I'd never see them
But the Lord provides
The hardest goodbye
Was to the mob of children
Kissing me farewell
Why do you love me?
We can't talk, I won't be back
Why are you so pure?
I will miss you all
Each of you has touched my heart
More than you can know
Over spring break I went on a mission trip to Peru. I didn't know much Spanish and couldn't communicate without my friends translating, but the kids I met were so beautiful and open, it broke my heart to say goodbye. Many chance encounters that were nothing short of a miracle inspired each stanza. Written through tears on the plane back to the USA.
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