I’ve heard the words,
“They don’t eat today.”
As I’ve watched your children laugh and play.
I’ve felt the loss
Of a dying generation,
Yet I’ve joined in their powerful praise and celebration.
I’ve seen the suffering
Of lepers, O Lord,
And am humbled by their joy in knowing you more.
I’ve stepped into
Poverty and pain,
But I’ve learned to see you in the rain.
Inside and out
I once was lost but now am found.
In your grace we’re all held
We all are treasured
By the one whose love knows no measure.
Some of us are rich
Giving thanks every day
For your care and provision, how you make the way.
Some of us are poor
In spirit and soul,
Creatures of comfort with a gospel full of holes.
On equal ground
We hit our knees
And cry out, “God, meet me right here, please!”
There they are
So dear to you,
Wanting only to be near to you.
And here I am
So deep in your debt.
I beg you, Lord, let me never forget.
And so I pray you, Lord,
Not if, but when
Will you break my heart again… and bring me back to Africa? to you?