A harvest is appointed for us,
In banding together to step up
For the call of mutual responsibilities
Tomorrow will yield rich possibilities.
The lean years will be past,
Darkness is not equipped to last,
Across the vale of tribulation
We will remaster songs of jubilation.
This cradle which numbers us as one;
Our birthright, nativity and abode,
Commands a host of sheer wonders
Whose succulent ripples over frontiers.
The tracks from yesteryear ravages
Stand impeded by vandal savages
But an enduring vocation remains
To wade on to the place of bliss.
Prosperity is a guaranteed destination
When we purge our land in consecration,
Masterly epitomes of divine handiwork
Will soar out of a wasted byword.
Tapping pride from antiquated relics
Borders on the depletion of ethics,
Time is running out for a different stand
To dispense new tidings over the land.
Through the lenses of nurtured intellect,
In the medium of polished dialect,
Former voices retailed varied platitudes
But none was potent to still our calamities.
Realigning Africa to divine destiny
Is the transformation grounded in verity,
Even now Jesus stands to be proven
As the discovery of our triumphal moment.
This is a credible point of contention
That the fallow condition for resuscitation
To restore beauty to an impaled phenomenon
Rests in urgent, earnest and continued orisons.
Though long in fetters Africa will arise,
Remote no more is the set time to shine;
Though tortuous and unyielding our woes,
Healing will visit Africa’s mortal throes.
Righteousness will exalt our nations
Where corruption fermented perdition;
Repentance will unstop our vast potential
Peace and plenty shall flourish withal.
Africa will stretch penitent hands to God
And exude her fresh radiance abroad.
Christ will erase each scar and scourge,
When we enthrone Jesus in this abode.
A harvest is appointed for us,
In banding together to step up
For the call of mutual responsibilities
Tomorrow will yield rich possibilities.
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