Cumbaya

Last weekend I and all the other missionaries in Ecuador (all 9 of us!) went away for the weekend. We went to Cumbaya (yes, just saying Cumbaya does make me want to pull out a guitar,sing and sway!)

Sheltered porticoes wild garden.

Rustling trees and singing birds,

Dripping font and gentle rain.

God's salvation, eternal love.

Son's sacrifice and second birth,

Pains of earth turned into joy.

Open roof, pebbled courtyard.

Burning sun and tall pine trees,

setting sun, warm blankets.

White stone walls, thick wooden beams.

Red tiled floors and warming food,

Laughter, songs and cosy rooms.

Wash feet in love, prayers aloud.

Bible in hand and listening ear,

God in me and I in Christ.

John 14:20