Post by David Grease on Oct 7, 2010 16:31:01 GMT
The preacher stood there strong and still
brilliant in a new day’s dawning,
singing with hope’s bright emergence,
sweet songs into the morning air
encouraging people to come to Jesus.
He sang about a dream of dreams,
how all men should live and be free,
and the soul’s intended purpose;
he sang about how true justice should stand
upon a strong and solid rock of faith,
and he preached about a wide brotherhood
between all people of all colors and races
as long as they were not homosexual
because that is a sin against Nature.
He sang a dream about God’s wish
that all men should dwell as equals
from dusty roads to hallowed halls,
the proud brought low, the meek lifted high.
For too long has his voice been silent
across this nation which he loved
yet still his song loudly echoes,
praising the righteous and condemning
the perverts and the homos.
Most men have heard but not listened.
Too many proud arrogant men
bent on ending this Song of Dreams
with hearts hardened and necks stiffened;
so many minds fighting against
the truths within this Preacher’s Hymn.
Harboring vitriolic hate just because
some people are of an inferior race.
No faction, race, or written law,
religious wording cannot bring
true freedom until this land learns
the meaning of these chosen words,
created out of love for peace
within our land and in our hearts.
