"O Land Of Soft, Fresh Breezes......."

Grand Cayman Island

"O land of soft, fresh breezes
And verdant trees so fair,
With the creator's glory
Reflected everywhere.
O sea of palest em'rald,
Merging to darkest blue,
Whene're my thoughts fly Godward,
I always think of you."


Away from noise of cities,
Their fret and carking care,
With moonbeams' soft caresses,
Unchecked by garish glare,
Thy fruit with rarest juices,
Abundant, rich and free,
When sweet church bells are chiming,
My fond heart yearns for thee."

Church Beach

I listened to 50 youth of the Northside Wesleyan Holiness Church sing this beautiful National Song of the Cayman Islands, their pride and love for their country was evident.  They stood at attention with their arms stiffly hanging at their sides in honor and respect for their land.  So began our weekend events with a youth service, a men's Bible Study on the beach followed by wings from Over The Edge, and two wonderful Sunday gatherings with God's presence all over the place.  Lives were changed and hearts were warmed.


I  must admit that I have fallen hopelessly in love with this island and her people.  For eighteen years I have visited, walked her beaches, met her people, and enjoyed her culture.  I never seem quite ready to leave and come back to the "noise of cities....and garish glare". 


I think of another traveler, a man called Jesus, who made his journey to this island in the universe that we call earth.  He was here for 33 years walking our beaches, meeting our people, and learning our culture.  Then he, also, had to go home.  I'm not sure He was quite ready to leave either ("Let this cup pass.")  He fell in love with us and our island and He died that we might live.


"Whene're my thoughts fly Godward".....I always think of Heaven.  But not to far behind "with the Creator's glory reflected everywhere" are the Caymans.




Pastor Conway King