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36.TheWayofa Stranger
The path of
Following the Lord's call,
Already thirty-three years have passed.
When I left
Mother shed tears,
Yet it turned out to be an incense fire
Of the early morning prayer altar
Till she went to the kingdom of heaven.
All the barriers of a foreign land;
Homesickness that almost burst my heart.
Yet I overcame them by faith alone
And I walked the path continually.
But as I look back, I see that they are the
footprints of His grace.
I still have to walk
The way of the cross.
Even if I face storms,
I will walk one step and then another
Looking up at the kingdom ofthe Lord.
*This poem is a reflection of my missionary life from the
year 1982
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