Wednesday, June 24, 2020

Jesus, Over Here If You Please


Jesus, over here if you please
You’ll find me on bended knees
Just as I am without one plea
You gave it all for them and for me.

You whose love is shown in death
The five deep wounds and your final breath
Into my torn heart and tattered mind
My soul I hope you seek and find.

What do you think of this world gone mad
Does it make you angry or bitterly sad
To see your children beaten and battered
Torn asunder like they never truly mattered.

We’re making a lot of noise
About the color of your skin
Looks like we could spend more time
On the depth of our own original sin.

It does make a difference I dare say
And maybe it’ll help us live another day
To know that you were born with deep brown skin
Can my white people let that truth sink in.

If it can and if it does and if it will
How will you respond and how will you feel
About the blight that is found upon our land
When we find all manner of hills upon which to stand.

We scream and we scream and we scream
Those monuments they need to fall
As if they tell the truth of all it does seem
Until we hear that ultimate final call.

The call for justice and righteousness to all
The words of Micah may they ring through the halls
Of houses and places of worship and congress too
Until all of your children show love long overdue.


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