Africa Calling

And it’s for you I cry

My African skies!

With a thousand dreams

And a thousand sighs.

A thousand sunrises

I’ve yet to see;

Or a thousand sunsets

Forever calling to me.

Still, one thousand moons

Will never be-

Enough o’ Lord

Until you give Africa to me!

Give me Africa!

I’ll set her free,

And then sweet Lord,

Present her back to Thee.

I see Africa rising up strong

Taking her place where she belongs.

The African Pearl, and the African star

I hear them calling to me from afar.

“Come over here and help us to see

Come and show us what we can be!

Come with a Mother’s heart

To give Love, teach, strengthen and impart.”

African sun burning so bright

Pales in the Glory of God’s “sonlight.”

African Love, with passion strong

Holy Spirit lead me now where I belong.

  

Sons, yes, I have a many!

Daughters, not a few-

So many yet calling, I don’t know what to do-

Lord, my eyes are upon You!

Great is the harvest

Great is the Call

Coming to one who

Is “least of all.”

But my heart says, “Yes Lord!”

Here am I, send me…

I’ll arise and answer your question and call-

“Who can I send, who will go for Me?”

Take and send me on the current of Your Love

Guide me with Your Light from Above.

Fill me with your Power and Spirit energy

But may I always have child like Faith in Thee!

Give me Your Wisdom, wit and Way

Teach me to Mark carefully

 All that I do and say

Leading wisely, leading well

Lord, always serving

Living Water  from

Your bottomless well.

And now Lord, I thank You

That You hear my cry

May it pierce men’s hearts

Under the African sky.

In Jesus Name.  Amen.

6/24/13-6/25/13

© NEM