Don’t cry for me
Africa
I’ll never let you fade
Your voices echo in my heart
Your songs
They never fray
I see the pain
The silent tears
Etched deep within your soul
But in the longest
Blackest night
The Lord will make you whole
Don’t cry for me
Africa
Your prayers will rise on high
The Lord will send His hope and love
Beneath this endless sky
Lift your spirits
Raise your voice
Let every desert sing
For in the ashes of your grief
He’s growing sacred things
I hear the mothers call His name
Their hands are worn and scarred
The children dancing barefoot
Still shining in the dark
I see the fathers bending low
Yet standing in their faith
And through the dust of broken streets
He walks a hidden way
Don’t cry for me
Africa
Your prayers will rise on high
The Lord will send His hope and love
Beneath this endless sky
Lift your spirits
Raise your voice (hallelujah)
Let every valley ring
For in the bruises of your past
He’s crowning you as king
From the rivers to the red earth (oh)
He knows every name
Every village
Every heartbeat
Held inside His grace
When the world forgets your story
He remembers every line
Africa
Beloved child
His mercy is your light
Don’t cry for me
Africa
Your prayers will rise on high
The Lord will send His hope and love
Beneath this endless sky
Lift your spirits
Raise your voice
Let every heart proclaim
Africa
The Lord is near
He’s healing you by name
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poetaldo (
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Comments1
A most interesting write Poetaldo for a continent ravaged by man but where is not. Nicely written it rings of the song Don't cry for me Argentina. A lovely write
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