a poor wayfaring man of grief hat often crossed me on my way, who sued so humbly for relief that i could never answer nay. i had not pow'r to ask his name where-to he went, or whence he came; yet there was something in his eye that won my love; i knew not why
once, when my scanty meal was spread, he entered; not a word he spake, just perishing for want of bread i gave him all; he blessed it, brake and ate, but gave me part again. mine was an angel's portion then, for while i fed with eager hast, the crust was manna to my taste.
i spied him where a fountain burst clear from the rock; his strength was gone. the heedless water mocked his thirst; he heard it, saw it hurrying on. i ran and raised the suff'rer up; thrice from the stream he drained my cup, dipped and re-turned it running o'er; i drank and never thirsted more.
'twas night; the floods were out; it blew the winter hurricane aloof. i heard his voice abroad and flew to bid him welcome to my roof. i warmed and clothed and cheered my guest and laid him on my couch to rest; then made the earth my bed, and seemed in Eden's garden while i dreamed.
Stript, wounded beaten night to death, i found him by the highway side. i roused hispulse , brought back his breath, revived his spirit, and supplied wine, oil, refreshment- he was healed. i had my self a wound concealed, but from that hour forgot the smart, and peace bound up my broken heart.
in pris'n i saw him next, condemned to meet a traitor's doom at morn. the tide of lying tongues i stemmed, and honnored him 'mid shame and scorn. my frindship's utmost zeal to try, he asked if i for him would die. the flesh was weak; my blood ran chill, but my free spirit cried, "i will!"
then in a moment to my view the stanger started from disguise. the tokens in his hand i knew; the savior stood before myne eyes. he spake, and my poor name he hamed, "of me thou hast not been ashamed. these deeds shall thy memorial be; fear not, thou didst them unto me."
we sang this song for devotional this week and it has become my new favorite hymn. the last two verses always seem to make me cry. i love this song and i love the saying "I WILL" this can be applied in almost anything we do. i know that everything we do we do it in the name of our savior and redeemer. and we should bear his name with great respect and responsibility.
i was unfortunatly informed that my mission to peru is most likely going to me delayed. they used the words "temporary reassignment" and i have officially decided that, this will be fine. "I WILL" go to this assignment and work as hard as i can to bring about the most good i can. i will "FEAR NOT" because i know that while serving the people (where ever they may be) i will be serving my lord as well.
i am so happy to be hear and yes it is hard but i am positive that i would never trade this expierience and i'm only 6 weeks in. these last 6 weeks have seemed like 2 years already, but as it says in the missionary handbook. or time here is precious and we shouldn't waste a minute.
thank you for your prayers on my behalf. i always have you in my prayers as well. give the kids a kiss as well as gram, grandma, nana, and papa. and just know that wheather it be here in provo, in peru, or somewhere else i will be working harder than i ever have in my entire life.
siempre sus y dios
Elder Landon R. Welch
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