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The Preacher's Song
The preacher stood there strong and still
in the bright light of a new day's dawning
singing with hope of a brilliant emergence
of the human soul's intended purpose.
He sang about a dream of dreams
how all men should live and be free.
Singing sweetly into the morning air
strains of how justice should stand
upon the Solid Rock of brotherhood.
He sang the dream of God's desire
that all men should live as equals
from dusty roads to hallowed halls
the proud brought low, the meek lifted high.
How many days has his voice been silenced
yet still his song rings loudly resounding?
Men of this land have heard, not listened.
Too many proud and arrogant men
bent on silencing this song of dreams
with hardened hearts and necks stiffened.
So many arrogant minds fighting against
the truth's within this Preacher's Hymn.
When men harbor such vitriolic hatred deep within,
none may truly live free; all live within
whitewashed walls of bondage, of oppression.
Neither side, neither race, neither faction,
no religious wording can bring true freedom
until this land learns the meaning of the words,
the import of the carefully chosen composition
created out of love for peace in our land,
peace within our homes, peace within our hearts.
The preacher's Anthem of Hope is within our grasp
for all who would dare to extend their reach;
to believe, to dare to love, dare to sing the song:
"Free at last, free at last. Thank God Almighty, We are free at last."
seeing
i see the stars
at night
high in the heavens
i see jewels
adorning the sky.
i see the hopeless
by day
shuffling the streets
honoring the earth.
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