M0LdoVa….
A land foreign, yet so familiar,
Filled with love in many forms.
From delicious food to warm hugs,
We were constantly served and adored.
With eager eyes and open ears,
They heard our reasons for coming.
Yet still they always asked again,
“What brings you to our country?”
Though traveling kept our visits short,
Numbers grew daily to make new friends-
As each day passed, I grew more attached,
Asking God when I might come again.
You see, Moldavians quite differ from me,
Without an American passport luxury.
Their hope is often lost in the sea,
Limiting their minds to ordinary dreams.
Yet still they understand one thing,
That one must work hard to achieve,
Giving everything to their work and studies
Towards the reward they will receive.
Several moments came and went
As we shared why we’ve been sent,
Telling them about our Best Friend,
With a constant hope that will never end.
As our time came to a close,
We shared our final goodbyes,
Reflecting on our sweet-filled time;
I pray that His imprint will never leave
Their hearts, their minds, their identities.
That for every seed we sowed,
The harvest would surely overflow.
Though we might not see the full results,
I trust that His work will overcome!
