Till The Stars Appear

So, I have one week left and this past week there has not been much for us to do-so very frustrating. I hate slow days because I get bored really easily. I was able to convince one of my teammates and an intern from Ghana to go on a walk at night....we were out too late and the intern got in trouble. Ugh! I'm dying staying in one place and not being able to go and explore. Since being out here I've realized how independent I really am. I am looking forward to going off to places on my own once back home.
I don't have much else to share....sorry!

As I've said before I've read many books while out here, and I just finished a book on Amy Carmichael who was a missionary to India. She wrote a poem that I really wanted to share.

MAKE US THY LABOURERS,
LET US NOT DREAM OF EVER LOOKING BACK,
LET NOT OUR KNEES BE FEEBLE, HANDS BE SLACK,
O MAKE US STRONG TO LABOUR, STRONG TO BEAR,
FROM THE RISING OF THE MORNING TILL THE STARS APPEAR.

MAKE US THY WARRIORS,
ON WHOM THOU CANST DEFEND TO STAND THE BRUNT
OF ANY PERILOUS CHARGE ON ANY FRONT,
GIVE TO US SKILL TO HANDLE SWORD AND SPEAR
FROM THE RISING OF THE MORNING TILL THE STARS APPEAR.

NOT FAR FROM US, THOSE STARS,
UNSEEN AS ANGELS AND YET LOOKING THROUGH
THE QUIET AIR, THE DAY'S TRANSPARENT BLUE.
WHAT SHALL WE KNOW, AND FEEL, AND SEE, AND HEAR
WHEN THE SUNSET COLOURS KINDLE AND THE STARS APPEAR?

-AMY CARMICHAEL