I Have One Great Fear In My

Something Deep Is Touched Here, Something That Is Good And Deep.

Now God Be Thanked That The Name Of A Hill Is Such Music, That The Name Of A River Can Heal.

There Are Voices Crying What Must Be Done, A Hundred, A Thousand Voices. But What Do They Help If One Seeks For Counsel, For One Cries This, And One Cries That, And Another Cries Something That Is Neither This Nor That.

For Fear Will Rob Him Of All If He Gives Too Much.

I Envision Someday A Great, Peaceful South Africa In Which The World Will Take Pride, A Nation In Which Each Of Many Different Groups Will Be Making Its Own Creative Contribution.