Herradura, Cuba has a rich history in missions. It was the site of the Methodist missions training center in Cuba in the 50's. The land was donated by some American missionaries named Root. The center is being reestablished as you read this. There are approximately 30 American missionary graves in the local cemetery. God has not forgotten His great destiny for this small village.

When I allowed my heart to be pulled away,
When I allowed my mind to be occupied,
With things far from You,
You were still there, loving me, caring for me.

When I was looking at what man had done to me,
When I was more hurt than grateful,
For Your goodness,
You were still there, loving me, caring for me.

When darkness covered me like a wool blanket,
When confusion was my daily lot,
I didn't know which way to go,
You were still there, loving me, caring for me.

I am so grateful,
I see Your hand.
I am so grateful,
You are so faithful.
Never ending friend,
My God, My God.

When I was so lonely and no one understood,
When all had left me, rejected me,
When my eyes were on man,
You were still there, loving me, caring for me.

Written in Herradura, Cuba
Jim Waldron