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.