"Over Yonder"

Over yonder, there is...

Over yonder there is a mom --walking the dog while the boy rides along on his bike.
But over yonder, there is a young man who peers out at the city-streets below--waiting for the gang to leave the sidewalk.

Over yonder, there is a farmer's stand --where the boy goes with his $2 to buy his mom and himself old-fashioned bottles of soda.
But over yonder, there is a girl--who waits for something to eat to calm the rumbles of her stomach.

Over yonder, there is a school --where the rhythm of the marching band is heard from a distance and the whistles blow on the football fields.
But over yonder, there are children happy to be given a pencil and dream the Taliban would go away.

Over yonder, there is a lake --where plentiful picnics are a joy and fishing lines fly from the rod of the father and sons.
But over yonder, there is a village with no well where people cannot find fresh water nearby.

Over yonder, there is a church--where people worship the Lord and come together for fellowship and serve others there and afar.
But over yonder, the Games continue where freedom and harmony only resides in the hearts of those who have found Christ and kept Him hidden to quietly share with others.

Over yonder, there is a young woman--trying to shine amidst a difficult time.
But over yonder, there is a young man--clinging to hope in a helpless land.

Over yonder, there is the world--our neighbor.