The blood of the martyrs

Blood of the martyrs

Africa - my Africa
I hear you crying tonight
Don’t worry my child, you are not alone
For I’ve never left your sight
I watch over you - my precious Africa
And I formed you out of all love
The blood of the martyrs cry out to me
As I rescue them all each one


Chorus/
Ohh the blood of Jesus
It made a way – it made me see
The depth of what you’ve given
The prize upon that tree
God says: Don’t cry anymore ohh Africa
But rather come to me
Lay down your heavy burdens
And find life – feel finally free


I love you ohh my Africa
And I cry out that you would love me
See what Christ truly did for you
When he died upon that tree
He took your bruises, scars and tears
Washed you clean, took away your fears
Don’t look away – but rather look to me
Africa my child…
open up your eyes - open them up and see



Bridge/
The blood cries out to him who forever sees
So reach out to Jesus
Find life – feel finally free


Written by:
Dr. Roslynn Sinclair
Dec 2009