Poem: zIArat

Ever looming on a hazy horizon
The outlines of God's glorious handiwork
As seen by a stranger's eye
Approaching on a trusty wagon truck

With like-minds in Him
On pungent sandalled soles
And with awesome, wide-eyed grins
Onward, upward tread

To the peak of warfare
Advancing only on our knees
Following 'Boss'
To the high places

Sure of foot
As frogs in mid-air
But sure of God
To answer prayer

--> Pastor Emmanuel's living room, Pakistan, 12:15am, 1st June 2000

My recollection of our journey (via truck and sandals) to the mountain Ziarat in Baluchistan, Pakistan. We took a long trek up to the mountain peak, then Lincoln and I followed David and Peter down (yes, a few hundred metres down) a dried up river train. It was simply breath taking, and yet so scary cos our sandals weren't holding up too well to the slippery terrain. :)

As we prayed on the mountain peak for the nation, we felt God's presence there, and we knew somehow, surveying the land before us, how much He loved the lost there, and how much He wanted His people to reach them for Him.