Mpumalanga
Land of burned grasses...of hornbills and cheetahs...
of sunshine just rising...Hear! A Lion is roaring
Mpumalanga you sing to our heartstrings...
Of men with no papers...of chased away women
Of children as parents...of orphans abandoned ...

And in Matlosane,
have the visions all faded?
Are the prophets all silent?
Will the people stay scattered?
Painfully wounded
neglected and hurting
Will 'fruit salad' examples
start the tide turning?


So the question is, what are you going to do with what you have seen? What counts is not a feeding programme or a grant, but someone who invests of themselves- it must cost you, you.

In the incarnation, Jesus 'moved into the neighbourhood'...he pitched his tent in our village and it changed all of us. (Thanks George.) We visit, because He visited us first.

Stepping forward
Lead us into action
Live to feed the hungry
walk beside the broken
We must go
Keep us from just singing....

Let us wake from our sleeping, new hope is rising