The mountains sing of their Maker,
hands lifted into the clouds...
dim sunlight glistening, awash with the birds songs,
such beauty tucked beneath so many shrouds.

O Kashmir where is your King, soft and lovely as you are....
who holds the keys of your beloved boundaries?
who wields the final say, and keeps the signet ring?

A sorrow presses heavy on your brow-
deep lines of grief met with few rewards,
who will care- or see- or hear -
long seasons of affliction, weathered even now.

We cry out for you o Kashmir, to the God of hope,
releasing expectation from the status quo...
new wisdom, to plow the walkway away from the shadow of despair
we cry to Jesus, not hanging the outcome on shooting stars or horoscopes.

Will you persevere with me to see a victory won...
tear soaked prayers to usher in the horizon of a new day-
'do we dare to believe for this,' you ask?
press in right now, for surely your heartfelt prayer will seize a reward
from the hands of the Son.

(Note: Would you please take 1 minute per day and go through the 30 day online prayer tool for Kashmir; your prayers WILL make a difference!)