Written by: jeff eklund

He walks among us in Atlanta
though he be gone so long
He lives with them at Morehouse
voice echoes like a song

How ’bout Ebenezer 
where his words still ring today
Martin spoke there many times 
urged blacks and whites to pray

Sixteenth street Baptist 
where he mourned those little girls
Murdered by the men in sheets
He speaks of them as pearls

And yes he was with Lincoln
said he had a dream
Then marched the streets of Selma
amid white racist screams

The Mason Temple Church of God
He talked of Mountaintop
Lorraine Motel in Memphis
hatred had to stop

They cut him down that day in Memphis
thought civil rights would cease
Martin’s dream of love and vision
lives on; to bring all men to peace