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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