Love Jesus. Mom of six. Nonni to Lincoln. Being changed daily.Home schooling. Compassion International Advocate. All for His glory.
AFRICAN CHILD By Chris MukasaWhen I think of the African childPainful tears roll down my face And terror screams with no one to cool it down…They look like strangers journeying in strange landsWhere friendly faces are scarce And horror stalks like a deadly lionReady to devour an African child…Bang! Bang! Bang!!!Yea, that’s a gun spitting fireAn innocent teenager’s finger on the triggerOoh African child…She was young a d tenderHer future was brightShining like a star in the midst of darknessThen her father married her off to a strangerHer future and dreams lost foreverOoh African child…Then comes the stinging famineNo breakfast, lunch supperSchool a must on empty stomachsNo they will collapse on the way…Fate stalks dailyHunger poverty sickness…The chain is endlessCutting edge of their survivalTheir cries echo in empty tunnelsWhere habitation died long agoOoh African child…Then comes the loving sponsorsFriends to the African childThey have sown in plenty to pull us outYes! We have a reason to smile…Like a shower in the desertAnd cool water to a thirsty throatThe loving sponsors have armed usTo face the future courageouslyWe are now booming with lifeWe no longer cry ooh African child We now shout thank God for the African child…March on African child and join me to singThumbs up to our loving sponsorsThumbs up to our caring local churchThumbs up friends to the African childThumbs up compassion international!