Mozambique

Oh Mozambique, so strange and marvelous in all your mystique. The coast of indigo seas resound with beckoning call to sailor and seeker to come explore. With tales of beauty and of war, with thirsty children in villages galore, how can this land of wealth and wonder find so many starving at death's door?

But you O land of brazen contrast, have called to men so oft before. And in the shadows of my soul, I hear your children softly weeping as if they know we could do much more.

Beyond destruction and despair, where meaningless chatter fills the day, the plans are forged within my heart, that I shall come to you again and say "I am here my friend, teach me your way".

Oh Mozambique, the wonder of it all. Your name is in us and arising. I will not forget you, we will not forget you, our distant friend. For you are one my Father has chosen. You will see Him in us, and us in Him, if only He will make a way.