The Chorus of Mankind

The Chorus of Mankind

These feet know not the ground they walk on.

Our eyes still carry fear,

our souls still seek strength.

We’re not used to being strangers.

Oceans away seems a lot farther when all you have to hold on to

Is your own fist and a whole lot of trust.

These feet know not the ground they walk on

Uncalloused and trembling

But steady they run,

Uncertain and reckless

But with beautiful abandon

Like a son leaving his Father to save a world he’s never seen

Knowing well he would not return

WE

Do not know the ground we tread.

Oceans away we are connected by our maker

The whole planet trembles, from poles to equator

Waking us UP

Breaking us open

Shaking our senses

 Hearing the words that were spoken

ages before us,

like a melody that was broken

but still rings over oceans and mountains and forests

like a dissonance only to be resolved in chorus

TOGETHER

In the choir of mankind.

And we know not the ground we walk on.

For in these lands beauty hides in the broken.

And we find the hopeless still hoping

For a better promised land.

And our feet know not the ground we walk on

And we are scared with what we might find if we go

But maybe we were never meant to know

For these feet were built to run not on solid ground,

But on an unsteady road

Knowing well we will never have to walk alone.

And we find though we tremble in fear

These shaking feet carry words for the world to hear.

And we may know not the ground we tread

But when our hands let go, his hold secure.

-River Davis

Sometimes I have to remind myself why I am here.  

Even in an exotic land, I have found that it is easy to forget the real reason as to why we have been called here.  Its easy to get caught up in the memories of home, or teach each day like it is simply our job and then come back and wonder how many days its been.  Its easy to get sidetracked and feel like we aren't doing much on this island.  

I wrote this to remind myself that I am on a real-life mission of God.  I wrote it for others who are experiencing the same thing, or for others that want to experience something greater but have yet to find the strength.  This is for not our own, but the everlasting strength that pours from the Spirit of God to wake us up and send us as full-fledged disciples, broken and weak as we may be.  

For there is an ending to the story, and we are nearing the last chapter.  Our feet may tremble at the thought of the unknown world before us, but in God's story there is no time to lose.  

Inspiration from the tropics,

River

p.s.  This piece was written to be spoken out loud, so speaking it will perhaps make it sound smoother.

p.p.s  The picture above was not taken in Kosrae.  I took it during a previous short-term mission trip to the Kalahari Desert in Namibia, Africa.