A City on A Hill
Written by Charity Pilkey, January 2004, after visiting Rwanda (the land of a thousand hills)
Teardrops falling on a thousand hills
Somehow invisible
Footprints marching on a thousand hills
Somehow silent
Bloodstains rolling on a thousand hills
Somehow transparent
Echoes crying on a thousand hills
Somehow muffled
Tears that fell, now fall from mourners
Survivors march to make new prints
Blood now dried, remains a vivid reminder
New cries resound on a thousand hills
So, if you are remaining
Keep walking and learning
Keep striving and yearning
For His light to shine brilliantly
From this land of a thousand hills.