TO WHOM THE PRAISE?
Each day I hear how Beautiful trees and waters are Look to the mountains and Then the sound comes down How wonderfull the mountains are We can see so far Forward and see that which We do not know at all How wonderful mountains are. Oh what a lie, oh my soul How can that be that We who say we love You Cannot bring songs and poems to You Each moment of each day You brought the earth from Out of the sea to be Above so that we could Sow seeds ever single day. How great our shame is Here in the Cape of Africa Beauty we had made by You Our King but we Do not praise you What a dry waste we are As we ask for forgiveness Once again All Glory be to God alone And may that never change.