Thursday, November 3, 2011

Ruined for Africa . . .

I love my country with a patriot love, but I love Africa with a love from God.

You shot an arrow into my heart.   It burns deep and it can't be quenched. A groan rises up from deep in my soul.   I'm crying out Lord ... Don't put this in me just to make me burn. Set me on fire ... let me DO something. 


In my town, my voice falls on deaf ears, blank faces. They think I'm obsessed, and wonder when I'll talk about something different. You've ruined me for Africa.

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