Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Mozambique
Not a racer was stirring, or making a peep
Ankle socks were hung off a clothing line with care
In hopes that some chocolate would soon appear there.
Team Sound was on the floor, sleeping pads as their beds
While visions of re-fillable sodas danced in our heads
All in our bug-nets, and all waiting for sleep
“No Malaria!” We cried, or we’d all surely weep.
Oh, such an annoyance, how intense is the heat.
But after long days in the fields, there’s little that sleep can’t beat.
Our nails are dirty and our shoulders are burned,
But the true meaning of beauty is what we’ve all learned.
Perfect hair and fancy jewelry, beauty is not
Good thing too, because there’s no way that’s happening when it’s this hot
No, beauty it seems, is not found in make-up or new jeans,
But rather in hearts, willing hands, and a love for the least of these.
Proverbs 31 women, we all long to become
Our hearts are set above, striving after the One.
The One who purifies, redeems and makes new
Never on this earth will we find a love so true.
Yes, Jesus is it, our hearts and our reasons
We will run after Him through the changing of seasons
Even though, it appears, winter exists in Mozambique not,
Sound will keep running forward, even though here, it is HOT.
So, although it is Christmas, and we’re all far from home,
We’ll continue on this race
And keep running toward the throne
For family we’ve become, sisters, all of us
And Christmas with the ones we love, surely is a must.
From Shannon, Kat and Maggie,
Jess Britni and Sara, too
We wish you a Merry Christmas
From our little home in Africa, directly back to you.
Merry Christmas from Mozambique!
