Two Weeks in Africa

By Andrew Osenga/Caedmon's Call

Johannesburg to Cape Town
The plane had barely touched down
She was taking photos for her friends back home
This was always where she felt her heart belonged
She was finally here
The sky was bright and clear

Two weeks
And we all can feel the calling
Two weeks
To make the world a little smaller
And so a girl got on a plane
For two weeks in Africa

Johannesburg to Houston
She came home on a mountain
But school was starting, things kept moving on
Before you knew it, seven years had gone
She found a picture of her, standing, smiling
Arms around the starving kids
She swore to not forget
She swore to not forget

Two weeks
And we all can feel the calling
Two weeks
To make the world a little smaller
And so a girl got on a plane
For two weeks in Africa

And if we follow our dear sun
To where the stars are not familiar
Faces turn to numbers
Numbers fall like manna from the sky
Why, oh why?
Oh Father, why?

One village in Malawi now has water running pure and clean
One church alive in Kenya 's full of truth and love and medicine
We put the walls up, but Jesus keeps them standing
He doesn't need us, but He lets us put our hands in
So we can see, His love is bigger than you and me