How He Loves

I wrote that last post and then I was driving and the song How He Loves came on the radio. The chorus goes like this:
And oh, how he loves us oh
Oh, how He loves us
How He loves us oh

And suddenly I was back in Nicaragua.

Four years ago, I took a group of 17 high school kids to Nicaragua. One afternoon, we went to the jail. I took the girls into the women's jail, a tiny little building in the middle of the courtyard of the men's jail. 

Since most of us didn't speak Spanish, and none of them spoke English, we communicated through song. We sang songs in English and then would sing some for us in Spanish or Miskitu. One song they sang for us in Miskitu I realized was one of the hymns that I'd grown up singing (although right now I don't remember which one), so we were able to sing in all three languages.

In the middle of this, Laura pulled out the guitar and started singing How He Loves. We were in a little concrete room with mo roof and Laura has a beautiful voice anyway, so it was beautiful. I decided to translate what we were singing so the other ladies could understand.

Como nos ama
Como nos ama el SeƱor

I looked over and saw one of the inmates, a rather large woman who definitely seemed to be the boss, with her eyes closed, her face looking up to the sky and tears running down her cheeks.

Oh, how He loves us
How He loves us oh



 

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