In times past...
We are called, God's Precious gifts.
Hope of our Motherland
Stewards and heirs of God’s creation.
Or are we really?
Look around you and tell us what you see?
We see people everyday.
We see people living in the streets, in dim and dangerous corners.
We see people (a family) cramped in a 4x4 patched house.
We see people work and toil in the dumpsites.
We see people (a blind person) guided by a child to beg.
We see people who have to steal to eat.
Or sniff rugby to kill the pangs of hunger.
We see the mentally ill girl abused by her step father.
We see elderly people displaced from their own homes and families.
We see people everyday.
Or do we really?
We are called, God's Precious gifts.
Hope of our Motherland
Stewards and heirs of God’s creation.
Or are we really?
Look around you and tell us what you see?
We see people everyday.
We see people living in the streets, in dim and dangerous corners.
We see people (a family) cramped in a 4x4 patched house.
We see people work and toil in the dumpsites.
We see people (a blind person) guided by a child to beg.
We see people who have to steal to eat.
Or sniff rugby to kill the pangs of hunger.
We see the mentally ill girl abused by her step father.
We see elderly people displaced from their own homes and families.
We see people everyday.
Or do we really?
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