Lord I Come: In Memory of Emmett and So Many Others

Lord, I Come: In Memory of Emmett and So Many Others

August 28, 2018

Lord, I come

With burdens on my heart

I’d just as soon give them to you

And then from here depart.

Lord, I come

With many unspoken hopes and dreams

Life is too hard for some

Or so it oftentimes seems.

Lord, I come

Like the widow of old

I press and I press upon you

Is it ok to be so bold?

Lord, I come

Burdened that so many die

Black is their skin, empty their hands

Bullets ring, blood runs, death is nigh.

Lord, I come

He is somebody’s son or father of a child

She is somebody’s daughter or kin

The nation goes on sadly beguiled.

Lord, I come

Somebody’s skin is worth more

Somebody’s skin is worth less

How do we as a country settle that score?

Lord, I come

For in churches we pray

While we lay the dead aside

I am listening for what you will say.

Lord, I come

The list could get very long

This is one thing I protest

That black bodies dying is just plain wrong.