Oh Africa,
Bittersweet sites of children,
Laughing and at play,
But their daddies left long ago,
While they must stay,
Their mothers are hopeless,
The food ran out and the money isn’t there,
Still they play to forget, to distract,
Hey daddy, don’t you care?
Oh Africa.
Oh Africa,
The old man sits on the corner,
His skeleton fingers stretched out,
Anything, anything at all?
A sip of clean water for this man of draught,
He’s held together by his skin alone,
And that skin is no more than a cracking leaf,
He’s ready to die and escape this pity,
Can that be the only relief?
Oh Africa.
Oh Africa,
Is this our best defense?
Who is to blame?
Did everything abandon them?
Have we no shame?
Oh Africa, your questions have an answer.
Oh Africa!
Have you heard his name?
Do you know him?
His name is Love!
His name is Hope!
His name is King!
His name is Lord!
His name is Jesus the Christ, and he is forever!
He is a Daddy who cares,
He is a hand that provides,
And he has not abandoned you.
Oh Africa,
Rise up and meet your redeemer,
For he is on the move,
And your pain will turn to joy,
And death he will remove.
Oh Africa, you are not alone.
