For My People (Hon. Nelson Mandela)
They called themselves the Afrikaners
But my native soil decried the name
More than once I thought we all were goners
Prison walls all look about the same
May your eyes not see another morning
Till you know this one important thing
Time will overtake you with no warning
Still a captive might become a king
Every church you find won't show a steeple
And the sun may shine through a driving rain
Just give me power for my people
I'll be asking nothing for the pain
Did Jesus give his life for all us sinners
Was he just one real unlucky guy
Life will have its losers and its winners
At times I have to ask which one am I
You might believe he died to save my bacon
From a big eternal frying pan
But if I'm an angel in the makin'
He was more than any mortal man
For the ones they call their brothers and their neighbors
There were those who live and die to take their stand
If we never reap the harvest of their labors
Will our children's children see the promised land
Every church you find won't show a steeple
And the sun may shine through a driving rain
Just give me power for my people
I'll be asking nothing for the pain
Just give me power for my people
I'll be asking nothing for the pain
But my native soil decried the name
More than once I thought we all were goners
Prison walls all look about the same
May your eyes not see another morning
Till you know this one important thing
Time will overtake you with no warning
Still a captive might become a king
Every church you find won't show a steeple
And the sun may shine through a driving rain
Just give me power for my people
I'll be asking nothing for the pain
Did Jesus give his life for all us sinners
Was he just one real unlucky guy
Life will have its losers and its winners
At times I have to ask which one am I
You might believe he died to save my bacon
From a big eternal frying pan
But if I'm an angel in the makin'
He was more than any mortal man
For the ones they call their brothers and their neighbors
There were those who live and die to take their stand
If we never reap the harvest of their labors
Will our children's children see the promised land
Every church you find won't show a steeple
And the sun may shine through a driving rain
Just give me power for my people
I'll be asking nothing for the pain
Just give me power for my people
I'll be asking nothing for the pain
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