My Mother is Africa
There is a sky that I long to see... Yet I have never seen it.
There are voices I long to hear... Yet I don't understand them.
There is land I long to feel... Yet I have never felt it.
There are songs I want to sing... Yet I don't know the words.
Why have I never seen the sky, heard the voices, felt the land and sang the songs?
Because it was taken from me long ago, erased and replaced; with only a little trace of what it was before.
How can I discover what has not been recovered? By devoting my life to be a solider for CHRIST. By doing HIS will all things will be revealed, and I will live in a land made high on the hill.
By: afrodytess
There are voices I long to hear... Yet I don't understand them.
There is land I long to feel... Yet I have never felt it.
There are songs I want to sing... Yet I don't know the words.
Why have I never seen the sky, heard the voices, felt the land and sang the songs?
Because it was taken from me long ago, erased and replaced; with only a little trace of what it was before.
How can I discover what has not been recovered? By devoting my life to be a solider for CHRIST. By doing HIS will all things will be revealed, and I will live in a land made high on the hill.
By: afrodytess
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