A Day in Nicaragua

Beautiful morning as the sun glided into the vast blue ocean we call the sky.
The radical light bounced off the water blue, a horse galloping by
Another day of going, being, and becoming whom God directed me to be.
Doing, spreading the Word in great deed
Uncertainty of the day ahead - becoming dead
To the world itself. Waking up Alive
The sun, my skin, it may fry

For through our days suffering and trials and persecution
Knowing we are forever justified through our confession
Our willingness leads to obedience
Obedience leads to God faithfulness

“Get on the bus,” shouts Mary, “GET ON THE BUS!”
Throughout these days here in Nicaragua I learned to trust

Build relationships within the student ministry
Our tendency to be passionate rose, as we the oaks grew into great big firm righteous trees
My relationship grew strong with my husband, Jesus Christ
Never knowing that the Holy Spirit through me will lead someone to Christ more than thrice

Seeing their faces day after day
And I knowingly wanted to save them all from eternity of dismay

Eternity never meant to me, so precious
Until that little girl’s sweet face thought that candy was SO delicious
Seeing their beautiful brown eyes smile back at you
And the girls get together so can take a picture for the time of two
But little did they know that I recorded
Their glorious innocent smiles that will be documented
for me to look back on of my wonderful journey

that Christ put me on, oh He is worthy

During the fiesta at the school
Never knew a drama can be such a GREAT tool
As the man explained Sinbox Sally
Nobody claimed it as being silly
The children listening intently to the meaning of Jesus’ love
Grasping to the knowledge that Jesus wouldn’t separate Himself and them with a glove
The hope that are looking for is automatically clung to
Their freedom and hope is what Christ set to do.

Many of the people would agree
That Christ could set them free
Living from day to day with only little to play
And a lifelong dream becoming a reality
And Jesus is more seen here with compassion and authenticity
Faith in completely Christ is a dying breed
Their hope is solely on the unseen
I heard them repeat the sinners prayer
Tears ran down their Created texture
And peace flowed from heaven and warmed their wounded souls
And Jesus is whom they now know

Whether we split until groups of girls and boys
There was only a silent noise
The soft tender motion
Of making that notion
That Christ is Lord
And He came with a mighty sword
Breaking bonds and setting captives free
As the hands rose up high
Into the sky
Reaching to the One whom set them free

Madison Romine