so close, so far

There is a place where nations are divided by a river- so close, so far. And freedom does not live there, though one side knows more of her than the other. I sit in a cafe on that side, but my heart bleeds prayers for both. Rain is falling, and i think i feel the tears of God. Things are not as they should be. And it burns inside as i look across this muddy divide. One day they will know His name- one day they will know the One that saves. All along the river, people look across into that silent land... and its like they are waiting...though they know not for what. But i know. And i pray from across the river today.