Draped in earthly woe,
her garments hang on bone;
she clutches her faith, a rarity,
as hunger keeps her going
through the blinding haze
of smoke-filled, putrid skies
and fields of wanton waste;
ashen dreams cross distant
ravaged, blackened lands
carried by the believer
in war-torn, bloodied hands;
and faithless, absent-colored eyes
watch her in weary silence,
until the sun goes dark.
Dedicated to all our faithful missionaries the world over.
Keep the faith!! 











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