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A Prayer for Cyril Ramaphosa and South Africa
O Lord,
guide the hands of our president,
Cyril, servant of a fractured land,
who carries the weight of promises
made in the name of freedom and justice.
Let him walk not with pride,
but with the humility of those who lead
not by command, but by listening—
to the cries of the poor, the anger of the jobless,
the silence of the tired.
In this land of gold and dust,
of deep mines and deeper wounds,
let truth rise louder than slogans,
and let corruption find no shadow to hide.
Strengthen him, Lord,
in moments when deals whisper louder than conscience,
when allies turn to ghosts,
and the dream of unity fades behind closed doors.
Bless our people too—
those waiting in clinic lines,
those building homes from dust,
those raising children on hope alone.
Let justice flow in Parliament,
in township streets and rural schools,
let every leader be reminded:
they are not kings, but keepers.
May Cyril remember the footsteps
of Mandela, of Tambo—
not to wear them like robes,
but to walk in them, one honest step at a time.
And may South Africa rise,
not from promises, but from action,
from every citizen believing again
that we are one people, with one future, under Your grace.
A Prayer for Cyril Ramaphosa and South Africa
O Lord,
guide the hands of our president,
Cyril, servant of a fractured land,
who carries the weight of promises
made in the name of freedom and justice.
Let him walk not with pride,
but with the humility of those who lead
not by command, but by listening—
to the cries of the poor, the anger of the jobless,
the silence of the tired.
In this land of gold and dust,
of deep mines and deeper wounds,
let truth rise louder than slogans,
and let corruption find no shadow to hide.
Strengthen him, Lord,
in moments when deals whisper louder than conscience,
when allies turn to ghosts,
and the dream of unity fades behind closed doors.
Bless our people too—
those waiting in clinic lines,
those building homes from dust,
those raising children on hope alone.
Let justice flow in Parliament,
in township streets and rural schools,
let every leader be reminded:
they are not kings, but keepers.
May Cyril remember the footsteps
of Mandela, of Tambo—
not to wear them like robes,
but to walk in them, one honest step at a time.
And may South Africa rise,
not from promises, but from action,
from every citizen believing again
that we are one people, with one future, under Your grace.
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