10 Ways To Pray Today!

 1.  For men like this who God is working miraculously in & for God's Word to go forth clearly through our teachings, through the audio Bibles we hand out, through sharing at home visits, through the Bibles we give out.  

2.  For students as they begin to write their exams for this year - and many of them continue to endure going to school hungry in the morning, tired from not having a comfortable & safe place to sleep at night, and anxious about their futures.

 3.  For people like my friend, Nonhlanhla (Fortunate), who struggle to take their ARV's for HIV when their homesteads are out of food.  Many people are dependent on our ministry for food or vitamins to take with their tablets so that they don't get sick.  See more of her story here.  

4.  For a gogo we serve who was told by 3 hospitals that her bones are too old for them to help her with her broken leg.  And for a mom who has been admitted to hospice because of cancer, leaving an 8 year old son in the care of neighbors.  And for the thousands of others with medical needs beyond the treatment offered here.

 

5.  For this teenage girl who is privileged enough to get the treatment she needs for a long lasting ear infection as she prepares for surgery on Monday.  And for the other two children who also have severe ear infections that will have surgery in the weeks to come. 

6.  For a man in his early 20's who lost his girlfriend and their unborn child this last week due to complications from pregnancy & birth.  Praise God that he had hope enough today to decide to go apply for a job to start this week.

 7.  For this elderly couple who is responsible for caring for their 5 grandchildren...and for the many other elderly who are waiting for the grant from the government to be distributed.  Last we have heard is that they won't distribute money until December, leaving grandparents like this struggling to provide food for their homesteads.  

8.  For a 15 year old girl that has pain problems that haven't been explained by any medical treatments (scans, etc) but that seem very consistent with dark spiritual attacks that we have seen in others in our area. 

9.  For this 6 year old mentally disabled girl who just lost her great grandmother, who cared for her, but death is beyond her comprehension.  Pray for her grandmother who now has the responsibility to care for her as she keeps asking where the great-grandmother is.

10.  For our ministry partners who continue to serve faithfully every day when there is consistently one need after another.  Pray they would be sustained by the Lord as He uses them to comfort & teach His people.   

The Word Of God

Listening to an audio Bible & translating a sermon
from English on a Swazi homestead.

I remember that Sunday when I got my first Bible.  I was being promoted in Sunday School to the 3rd grade.  Now I could bring my own Bible to church.  

Bzongo listening to his audio Bible for the first time.

I remember getting my first adult Bible as I graduated from high school.  One with a black leather cover and my youth pastor had written a quote from DL Moody in the front cover.  

Ntombi, an illiterate disabled woman receiving a new audio Bible.

I remember that night in my college dorm room, as a 19 year old who had grown up in church my whole life, that I started reading the Bible for myself, discovering & encountering a fullness of God that I had never experienced before.

 

          

I remember my grandma, sitting in her wheelchair, in front of the big window in her bedroom, giving me her personal Bible that had "Clara Zeiler" embossed on the front.  I cherish that gift from her months before her death.  

 

I remember finding the ancient German Bibles in the trunk in the upstairs bedrooms, the Bibles my great-grandparents brought to the US with them as they immigrated from Europe.  Too fragile to use, I was captivated by their underlined verses as I carefully turned pages.  

Siphike listening to & cleaning his new audio Bible.

I remember my study Bible that my mom gave me for my seminary graduation, with my name embossed on the front.  

Mxolisi explaining to Joseph how to work the audio Bible for his homestead.

I remember my other grandma, barely able to stand up, giving me an old Bible from her side of the family on the day of my ordination.

Rachael & Nokwanda with her new study Bible.

I remember passing on one of my personal Bibles to my young niece as she was in elementary school.  She was excited to see the things I had underlined and the prayers in the margins.

Nothing can capture the look in someone's eye or the joyfulness in their heart as they receive God's word for the first time.  

I have been humbled to have been a link in the chain to get the Word of God into people's hands & ears & hearts over the last few months.  

We have been able to give Bibles, study Bibles and audio Bibles to several people who have never had a Bible of their own.

"For the Word of God is living and active, sharper than a double-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart."  (Hebrews 4:12)

God's Provision In God's Time

It was the last of three home visits for the day.  We were trying to finish up so the team could get on the road to Manzini and I could head back to the other two teams that were serving in Nsoko. The sky was starting to cloud up, bringing the rainstorms that would last over the next two days, making it difficult to get to some places because of the muddy roads.  

As we pulled up to the homestead, the gogo from the carepoint told us the story of these two young women in their twenties, each with a son.  Their parents had passed away, leaving the two of them as the only ones to provide for each other.  Both of them and their sons are all HIV+ and on ARV's, making it very difficult for them to get work.

As we sat in the shade at the back of their house & talked with them, I was struck by the fact that they just were telling us their story.  That they weren't asking for anything except for a Bible, yet open to sharing their struggles with strangers.  As I looked up at the house, I could see through the rocks to the inside and I couldn't help but think about the storms that were forecast for the next two days.  I imagined these young mothers trying to keep their sons warm & dry in the midst of rain blowing in and on them, or running under the walls.  And I was struck by their inability to help themselves in this situation. 

As we finished up the home visit and started walking to the car, I leaned over to my Swazi friend and whispered, "we need to pray that God will make a way for us to at least get them a tarp."  She agreed & we said we would talk more later.  

But God was already ahead of us on this one.  As I got into the car with a few of the team members who hadn't gone to that home visit, one friend leaned over to me & said "since I'm leaving Swaziland tomorrow, here is some money that I had left over that I want you to spend as you have needs here in Nsoko."

God answered faster than we could pray! I immediately told her of the home visit we had been on and how I had literally just a minute before said a little prayer that we would be able to help this struggling family.  

The next morning, as it was continuing to rain after raining all night, I stood outside at the hardware store watching them cut the tarp that we would be able to bless this family with.  We drove through the mud to find them huddled up in their blankets, wearing most of the clothes they owned, trying to stay warm and dry in the middle of the afternoon. 

We talked with them and gave them their new Bible, explaining how it is laid out & what the different numbers mean, and then before we left, we gave them the tarp.  We were all humbled in this holy moment at how God had answered an unspoken prayer of theirs by burdening another woman who they had never met, who was already on her way to the airport by the time we gave them the tarp.  Holy ground.  We were all standing on holy ground, amazed at the provision of God in His perfect timing. 

 

Called Me Higher

"I could just sit, I could just sit and wait for all your goodness, 

hope to feel your presence.  

I could just stay, I could just stay right where I am and hope to feel You, 

hope to feel something again.  

I could hold on, I could hold on to who I am and never let

 You change me from the inside.  

I could be safe, I could be safe here in your arms and never leave home, 

never let these walls down.

But You have called me higher, 

You have called me deeper 

and I'll go where You will lead me, Lord.

You have called me higher, 

You have called me deeper 

and I'll go where You will lead me, Lord. 

You lead me, Lord.

And I will be yours, I will be yours for all my life 

so let your mercy light the path before me.

You have called me higher, You have called me deeper 

and I'll go where You will lead me, Lord."

One of the songs that God has used to shape this season of my life as I worship Him through serving in Swaziland.  (From All Sons & Daughters on their live album).

Perspective

I am a few days past wrapping up some of the busiest 6 months of my life, with teams coming and going, many special medical needs cases in our children, the normal day to day ministry of overseeing 10 carepoints, hosting 6 interns, overseeing a building project, harvesting our normal gardens, overseeing our community garden, and I have to admit I am tired!  Physically I am tired from getting up at 5am to drive construction workers to the sites, or staying out past 9pm having dinners with teams.  I am tired from unloading hundreds of concrete blocks and 50kg bags of cement (yes, I did lift with my legs).  It sounds trivial, but I am tired of restaurant food with teams, of peanut butter & jelly, and of people getting so excited over a grapetizer.  Honestly, I am tired of people (yep, once an introvert, always an introvert!)

But I have nothing to complain about.  

Spiritually, God has been refreshing me and sustaining me in ways I couldn’t have imagined possible 4 months ago.  I have lived the verse from Isaiah 58 which says, “If you pour yourself out for the hungry and satisfy the desire of the afflicted, then shall your light rise in the darkness and your gloom be as the noonday.  And the Lord will guide you continually and satisfy your desire in scorched places and make your bones strong; and you shall be like a watered garden, like a spring of water, whose waters do not fail."

Physically, God has more than sustained me - I have been around hundreds of Swazi people and over 150 Americans, and God has protected me from getting even a cold or sinus infection.  He has given me energy to go every day, and that energy can only come from Him because if it was my own strength, it would have run out in May!

Still I have nothing to complain about.

I have missed my family a ton this year, watching my newest niece grow from 2 days when I left to over 6 months now, all through pictures instead of in person.  I have missed weddings & funerals, graduations, baby showers & birthdays.

  

Yet I have nothing to complain about.

God has sustained me & given me perspective through an amazing verse since my time away from Colorado in 2011..."Therefore I endure everything for the sake of the elect, that they also may obtain the salvation that is in Christ Jesus with eternal glory."  

EVERYTHING. 

Therefore I endure EVERYTHING... 

Therefore I endure                                ...

Therefore I endure early mornings with construction workers & late nights with teams...

Therefore I endure busy days full of people, when I am an introvert...

Therefore I endure endless peanut butter & jelly sandwiches...

Therefore I endure being away from family & friends during monumental stages in their lives and mine...

Therefore I endure no Mexican food...

Therefore I endure wearing a skirt every day...

Therefore I endure living in a community where I don't understand most of the language...

Therefore I endure standing out like a sore thumb because of my skin color...

Therefore I endure temporary community as more than 150 Americans travel through Nsoko in 6 months to serve, making friends & having them leave...

Therefore I endure no fresh peaches, raspberries, sweet corn, summer barbeques with family, backpacking trips...

Still I can't complain.

Last week, as I was reflecting on the last few months, a friend of mine had coffee with a man who was heading back to an Asian country to face a prison sentence and most likely torture.  TORTURE.  For sharing the Gospel.  This man had already been tortured beyond what I can imagine in various ways, including having his fingernails pulled off...because he shared the Gospel.  It makes my missing Mexican food & family parties seem a little trivial.  There are difficult days when I have to remind myself of the end goal of why God has called me to Swaziland, and I pray that I would have the strength to say that yes, even I would endure having my fingernails pulled out "for the sake of the elect, that they also may obtain the salvation that is in Christ Jesus with eternal glory."  It definitely puts things into perspective.  A perspective that I need!

So while it has been a busy few months, I have absolutely nothing to complain about.  I praise God for spiritual refreshment & sustenance, safety & health, freedom to share the Gospel, access to financial resources & Bibles, mobility to get to those who have yet to hear the Gospel.  I praise God that He has allowed me & called me to see from the front row what He is doing in people's lives here in Nsoko.

And I praise God that "Therefore I endure everything for the sake of the elect, that they also may obtain the salvation that is in Christ Jesus with eternal glory" isn't just a trite statement from a man who doesn't know suffering or a God who sits above suffering.  Paul wrote it after many times in prison and enduring many beatings.  And he did so with his eyes on the cross & the God who "endured everything (even death on a cross) for the sake of the elect, that they (we) also may obtain the salvation that is in Christ Jesus with eternal glory."

2013 Week 3 In A Picture

The list of days at Mbutfu carepoint;
Swaziland Leadership Academy students  in church;
the preschoolers at Mabantaneni 2;
cooking & serving with a baby on your back at Mabantaneni 2.

My tagalong at Mahangeni that wouldn't let go all afternoon;
washing dishes in a basin at Mahlabaneni right next to a sink donated by a community member;
my HUGE/FULL plate of food for the Swaziland Leadership Academy celebration dinner;
Sabelo with his improvised shoes - one croc that's too small & one bag/wrapper.

260,000 faces

It's a bit easier to read the statistics that say that Swaziland has the highest HIV/AIDS rate in the world (at 26%) than to think of the 260,000 beautiful Swazi faces that have been given this death sentence.  But today, I looked right into three of those faces and as I made eye contact, it brought reality closer to home.

• A woman in her 80's whose husband brought home AIDS from an affair before he died.  She now has more than 6 grandchildren that she cares for on her homestead, relying on the help of others when her garden isn't enough to feed their family.  She was going today to get her ARV's and also hoping to buy some multi-vitamins that help her feel better as she takes the ARV's.
  
• A woman in her 20's who has had HIV/AIDS for several years.  She has other health problems that complicate her condition (see more of her story here).  She lives on a homestead where her brother and his wife care for her, along with all of their children.  Today we were taking her to the clinic to get pain pills because she hasn't been able to sleep at night because she was in so much pain.  She can't walk so her brother picks her up & carries her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. 
  
• A teenage boy who has HIV/AIDS and tuberculosis.  He has been sick for weeks & is severely malnutritioned.  His mother was there as we brought him home from the hospital, lifting him from wheelchair to the car & watching him eat slowly...when a boy his age should be running around playing soccer after school.  While many people said the acceptable "he's going to be ok", I can't help but wonder in my mind if he is going to make it to 16.

Dudu...the first woman who I met who passed away
from AIDS.  Here she is celebrating her son's first
birthday days beforeshe passed away from
AIDS in 2009.  He is now 4 years old and in preschool.

As we walk through this suffering world, it's hard to understand how people could think there's no such thing as sin & the fall in this world.  Take 30 seconds in a suffering place & you have to admit that it was meant to be more than this & something has gone wrong.  God describes it like this in Romans 8 "For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now."

For those who know Christ, this suffering is only momentary in light of eternity... "So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison,as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal" (2 Corinthians 4:16-18).  

But today the weight feels heavy...there are 260,000 that God is calling us to love to death & another generation that is seeking change so that they don't become a statistics.

Let Us Go...

     I love Sundays in Nsoko...I love waking up to the sound of the birds, knowing that I can have a long quiet morning with the Lord before heading to church.  It's amazing how different worship is after you take plenty of time to prepare your heart.  Today was a typical Sunday in Swaziland, but because it was only my second one back over here, I continued to see it with fresh eyes.  
     After checking the oil & water in the car, I drove to the center so that we could make a plan as to who was going where to pick up people for church.  I drove up to the team house, and could hear the leadership academy students preparing their song to sing in church.  As I waited for our other driver to come so I could give him keys, I checked the oil & water in the other car as the singing washed over me.  One of the students came out to greet me, singing "I was glad, very glad, when they said to me, 'Let us go to the house of the Lord.' "
     We split up, with the other car going to pick up a family a ways away, with a young woman who is HIV+ and has had a stroke.  I went the other direction, passing a 6 or 7 year old girl in a beautiful white dress, carrying a one year old on her back.  We stopped first to pick up a wheelchair bound woman who is a double amputee.  I pulled outside the gate on the dirt road, and walked through the open fence onto the homestead.  The dirt was soft on the ground as I walked in between two of the cement huts to the one hidden behind.  The laundry was hanging on the fence & as I greeted the woman I was coming to pick up, she started talking in Siswati.  Her granddaughter smiled at me & motioned to come in their hut.  The woman pointed to her bowl of water & made it clear that she wasn't finished bathing yet, so I stepped back outside to wait for her.  The young granddaughter then pushed the wheelchair outside of the hut & turned it around so that the grandma could crawl on the floor of the hut & push herself up into the chair.  After we got her into the car & the wheelchair in the back, I started to pull away from the gate, to continue down the dusty road.  A young woman from the homestead across the way motioned for me to slow down & brought her preschool aged son to the car & asked if he could go to church.  As he only saw white people in the car, he had a terrified look on his face that quickly turned to relief as he saw the other Swazis in the back.
   Our next stop required me to pull the car through a narrow drive, with a fence on one side & plants on the other.  As we pulled up close to the house, a young girl was outside with a brand new baby on her back, trying to put it to sleep.  The grandmother that we had come to pick up lost her sight within the last month due to glaucoma, so her daughter was walking her out to the car.  It happened fairly quickly, and through it God has opened her heart & she talks about the eyes of her heart & spiritual sight.  She fumbled her way into the car & sat down and we headed back to church.  
   We pulled up to the church in time to see the other car unloading.  A young man in his early twenties carrying his older sister (the one with HIV & a stroke) over his shoulder into the church building; a woman with polio & a crutch walking in; an old gogo with a wooden stick for a cane; a teenage mom with a brand new baby who lives too far away to walk.  We unloaded our van, pushing the wheelchair into the church, guiding the blind woman into her seat, keeping the young boy with us who was experiencing church by himself for the first time.  
    The singing was already started, so I took an open chair in the back of the sanctuary as they sang in Siswati about heaven.  As I thought of each of the people we brought & the freedom they would one day experience in heaven, I can imagine them worshiping there...unhindered by disease & disability; able to see, to dance, to sing.  As my thoughts continued down this road, I saw a glimmer in the sun & looked over the shoulders of the people in front of me to see the double amputee grandmother wheeling her chair around to dance to the music.  It's times like these when the lines between earth and heaven get blurry & I am once again reminded of the privilege it is to be able to walk to worship, stand for the songs, read the Bible & worship in freedom.  

"I was glad, very glad, when they said to me,

'Let us go to the house of the Lord.' "

   

Life Is Short, Eternity Is Long...

 ...so don't get too focused on your circumstances. 

God began to teach me that lesson as I was steeped in Greek vocabulary & grammar, translating the book of James in seminary.  I remember standing in a small classroom preaching a sermon to my peers based on that text from James 5.  James is admonishing the wealthy & warning them not to put their hope in their riches & good life...and then immediately turns to the suffering believers to encourage them to hold on & not become to discouraged by their circumstances. 

As I have transitioned back and forth between a developing country and the US many times over the past few years, this passage has been etched deeper into my heart.  I have wanted to shout in the middle of a shopping mall in the US during Christmas time "Don't you get it?  Life is about more than this!  Don't let your good life make you numb to things that really matter for the rest of eternity."

And as I walk alongside people here in Swaziland, I find myself saying "Remember, this life will pass faster than the blink of an eye in the midst of all eternity.  So hold on during this tough time & trust God because He is still worthy of our praise & adoration, even as you endure these difficult circumstances.  What seems like long suffering is really going to pale in comparison to the length of eternity, so persevere."

The reminder that life is short & eternity is long is constantly before me as I walk through life & ministry here.  It took less than a week of being back on the ground in Swaziland before I was sitting with a young mother mourning the loss of her teenage daughter to HIV/AIDS & Tuberculosis.  She shared with me how diligent her daughter was to do things that needed to be done around the homestead & at school.  We talked about the many high school students that would be at the funeral that night, and how we prayed that this unnecessary death would be a wake up call to them to make different choices & to not waste the life they have been given.

As I sit tonight in the comfort of my home, with a full stomach & a bed to sleep on, I must remember to keep my eyes on the Lord and not my circumstances...because life is short & eternity is long.  And as I walk alongside my suffering friends this week, God has given me the encouragement to pass on to them to endure & hold on in these hard times...because life is short & eternity is long.

2013 Week 2 In A Picture

A grasshopper to take home to eat later;
shoes of the preschoolers lined up outside the classroom;
measuring for the fence at Mabantaneni 1 while Nelly finishes teaching & attendance.

Celimpilo's picture for leadership academy training camp;
peri peri peppers, green peppers & corn from harvesting at the gardens;
acha - my new favorite Swazi food (the Swazi equivalent to salsa!!);
one of 10 giraffes at sunset next to Nisela as I walked to dinner.

Fresh Eyes

One of the blessings of having been away from a place for a while is to see it with fresh eyes as we re-enter what had once been so familiar that we became numb to it.  As I have started to re-enter life in Swaziland this past week, here are some of the things that I am noticing again with fresh eyes.

...people greeting EVERYONE they come into contact with throughout the day.

...sickness and death around every corner.

...a man pushing 100 lbs of sugar in a wheelbarrow across the border.

...it being common knowledge that many people go to bed hungry or with only one meal a day.

...people trusting God for every little thing in life.

...preschool aged children walking alone on a 2 lane highway.

...women carrying everything on their heads (bag of oranges, potatoes, firewood, box, cooler) and being able to balance it perfectly.

...Swazis are very modest, South Africans are not.

...people being thankful to be alive.

...men peeing everywhere.

...people laughing & being joyful all day long.

...children caring for other children while no adults are around.

...people talking openly about God & seeing Him in names of everything from bus services to grocery stores to hair salons.

2013 Week In A Picture (1)

The empty row of plane seats by me on the 14 hour flight to Africa;
setting the water tank on the stand at Mabantaneni 1 for the carepoint & community taps;
painting the inside of the community building at the Anchor Center;
drinking water from the tap at Mabantaneni 1 in a plastic bag that will be refilled & carried home.

My Soul Is Thirsty

Many people ask how I can live & serve day after day in a struggling developing country...the only answer is that there is One who revives me at the beginning of each day, the end of each day, and every moment along the way.  This song is a truth and daily reality in my life as I live, knowing I am not self-sufficient & can't do it all.

 

You revive me
You revive me, Lord
And all my deserts are rivers of joy
You are the treasure I could not afford
So I'll spend myself till I'm empty and poor
All for You
You revive me, Lord
You revive me

Lord, I have seen Your goodness
And I know the way You are
Give me eyes to see You in the dark
And Your face shines a glory
That I only know in part
And there is still a longing
A longing in my heart

You revive me
You revive me, Lord
And all my deserts are rivers of joy
You are the treasure I could not afford
So I'll spend myself till I'm empty and poor
All for You
You revive me Lord

My soul is thirsty
Only You can satisfy
You are the well that never will run dry
And I'll praise You for the blessing
For calling me Your friend
And in Your name I'm lifting
I'm lifting up my hands

'Cause You revive me
You revive me Lord
And all my deserts are rivers of joy
And You are the treasure I could not afford
So I'll spend myself till I'm empty and poor
All for You
You revive me, Lord
All for You
You revive me, Lord
You revive me

I'm alive
I'm alive
You breathe on me
You revive me

Tempted While Serving

As I have prepared to come back over to Swaziland to serve in the role that God has called me to here, I am caught in a tough place, knowing the standards of serving that God lays out in the Bible, but then realizing how often I fall short of those standards & serve while my heart is in the wrong place.  My tendency is to turn to the Biblical exhortations to serve God with all of my heart or to read biographies of people who seemed to have God-honoring service down as a natural way of life...but many times those only leave me feeling guilty, ill-equipped, and wrongly motivated.  In this season, God has led me to examine my heart towards service in a different way...to identify the temptations I face in serving that keep me from serving in the way He designed me to serve & has equipped me to serve by the power of His Holy Spirit.

Temptation #1:  I am tempted to serve for others to see me & to make my name great...enough said.

Temptation #2:  I am tempted to serve as an experience...thinking through the next photograph or blog post, thinking about stories I can tell one day in the future.

Temptation #3:  I am tempted to serve as a means to an end...wanting people to like me more, thinking I can earn God's approval, etc.

Temptation #4:  I am tempted to serve out of my own strength...controlling the plans, not relying on the Holy Spirit's power or timing, serving out of competency instead of dependency.

Temptation #5:  I am tempted to serve out of obligation or duty, merely going through the motions...unfortunately looking back at the end of the day & realizing I missed the point of it all, even if I can check the boxes on my to do list.

Temptation #6:  I am tempted to serve based on need...instead of based on a call to serve a specific need or a call to use my gifting, leading me to rob others of their opportunity to serve & miss out on what God is calling me to.

God has freed me to serve Him & equipped me to serve Him & empowered me to serve Him.  To not be overwhelmed by all of the needs around me, but to trust that He will lead my hands to serve faithfully as I keep my eyes and heart focused on Him.

Let Your Word Come In Power, Let What's Dead Come To Life

As I enter into another season of serving in Swaziland, this song has become a theme and a prayer for me...I am not here for the needs, for my own glory, for an adventure, for new friends....I am here for God alone...

Let our praise be Your welcome, let our songs be a sign
We are here for You, we are here for You
Let Your breath come from heaven, fill our hearts with Your life
We are here for You, we are here for You
To You our hearts are open, nothing here is hidden, You are our one desire
You alone are holy, only You are worthy, God let Your fire fall down

Let our shout be Your anthem, Your renown fill the skies
We are here for You, we are here for You
Let Your word move in power, let what’s dead come to life
We are here for You, we are here for You
To You our hearts are open, nothing here is hidden, You are our one desire
You alone are holy, only You are worthy, God let Your fire fall down
To You our hearts are open, nothing here is hidden, You are our one desire
You alone are holy, only You are worthy, God let Your fire fall down
We are here for You, Jesus,

We welcome You with praise, we welcome You with praise, almighty God of love, be welcome in this place
We welcome You with praise, we welcome You with praise, almighty God of love, be welcome in this place
Let every heart adore, let every soul awake, Almighty God of love, be welcome in this place
We welcome You with praise, we welcome You with praise, almighty God of love, be welcome in this place

Be welcome...be welcome...come and take Your rightful place.