Heathen Lands

If you had been to heathen lands,
Where weary ones with eager hands
Still plead, yet no one understands,
Would you go back? Would you?
 
If you had seen them in despair,
Beat on the breast, pull out the hair,
While demon powers filled the air,
Would you go back? Would you?
 
If you had seen the glorious sight,
When heathen people, long in night,
Are brought from darkness into light,
Would you go back? Would you?
 
Yet still they wait, a weary throng,
They’ve waited, some, so very long,
When shall despair be turned to song?
I’m going back! Would you?

- Eva Doeriksen