Tkay's Blog

Tkay's Blog

Friday, December 18, 2009

My Beloved Africa


My Beloved Africa

At Times your rivers have run red with the blood of your own people
As well as that of those who tried to invade you

At Times your hills have echoed with the cries of hungry mothers
With even hungrier children

At Times the roar of violent gunfire has drowned the trumpet of the Elephant,
The roar of the Lion and the bark of the Kudu

At Times your sun has risen and fallen day after day
And decade after decade on the unchanging misery of your people

But At This Time your salvation is near. Tell your neighbors and tell your children

For At This Time the light of your dawn is approaching. Be ready my people to throw of the chains of poverty and injustice.

For At This Time you have been chosen of the Lord,
And he will guide you and satisfy you

For At This Time your father will speak a blessing over you,
You will build houses and live in them
You will plant crops and enjoy the fruit of your labor

For At This Time says the Lord
Your healing will quickly appear
And your righteousness will shine like the African sun

For This is Your time …

My Beloved Africa