The unopend books called children,

Are slowly opening to the people from the north.

The breaking of the dawn brings more hot concrete and a chance to learn and worship.

The children walk to school,

In anticipation of what these new people have brought from the north.

Vacation Bilble School in the evenings calls for more than just learning.

A simple movie night for the community brings a woman to salvation.

An unopened book called Collas De Gaillo,

Opens up slowly,

As the people from the north speaks God's name.

The ends,

Brings only built up tears,

And weaping friends.

A sliding bus down a creation of God,

Carries crying missionaries,

And a hope that light will be spread.

Rejoycing that home grows closer,

Mourning that crying friends' waves fade into the horizon with the sun.

If not to meet on earth agian,

A party in the ever after will be prepared for us,

Along with new friends from down south.