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