Fill Our Cup, Lord
Fill my cup, Lord; I lift it up Lord; Come and quench this thirsting of my soul. Bread of Heaven, feed me till I want no more. Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole.
Fill my cup, Lord; I lift it up Lord; Come and quench this thirsting of my soul. Bread of Heaven, feed me till I want no more. Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole.
1 Korint 13:13 13 Koulye a se twa bagay sa yo ki toujou la: se konfyans, se espwa, se renmen. Men, nan twa bagay sa yo, se renmen ki pi gran.
No Skype. No internet. No smart phones. No cell phones. No cell phones. No text messages. No post office. The only communication was the mail that came and left the island one day a week. This was just how it was for missionaries here for many years. There was no
Ala Ingra-m Ta Ingra Mwen pa kapab rete konsa san m pa panse avek Jezi. Se Li mem ki te geri-m le-m t’ap soufri ak maladi-m nan. Dokte pa’t ka fe anyen. Lajan pa’t ka ba-m lavi. Si-m pa panse avek Jezi avek kiyes pou-m ta panse. Ala ingra-m ta ingra