When Men Are Ruled By Fear, They

All Roads Lead To Johannesburg.

Let Me Not Be Afraid To Defend The Weak Because Of The Anger Of The Strong, Nor Afraid To Defend The Poor Because Of The Anger Of The Rich.

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

There Is A Lovely Road That Runs From Ixopo Into The Hills.

I Am A Weak And Sinful Man, But God Put His Hands On Me, That Is All.