A Friend Named John
My dear friend John is a peaceful,
humble and noble giant,
with a red badge of courage.
So, what does God want him to do?
In the historical past,
The slaves needed skills to
survive in the new world.
“They cursed the bread, because
They could not eat the meat.”
Somehow, God provides our daily bread,
And He still provides.
Did you hear the great news?
The mighty African drumbeats are speaking
colorful rhythms throughout the villages.
The drums are singing about freedom for
our brothers and sisters in bondage.
Remember, there is only one God, and
He provides the golden battle shield.
Yes, God is the victory, delivering us from evil.
Well, a new day is coming, and we will stand
together on God’s Plymouth Rock.
He is the steady hand, guiding us like a compass,
through a quiet storm.
Still, God is everlasting, because He is the
beginning and the end.
God is the water that we thirst
He is the air for our soul to breathe
God is the answer to our prayers
My friend John, put your trust in God,
and let God take care of the residue.
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