Analogy

Cecil, when I heard your voice this morning I felt the strength of former days A Samson captured but strength returning To shout aloud Creator's praise It has not been easy these immigrant years So far from the honeysuckle and the sun All the Atlantic ocean salts with African tears And carcasses of all who time has out run The wind and tides forever moves this way Going back has been a long hard to climb Our needs are our Delilah night and day No jaw bone here only apostasy in the prime. So when you spoke nephew, I heard Horeb Speaking truth to me again, the blindness Of my fear peeled off, and our great Caleb In deeds, echoed through my lonely wilderness O Cecil, thanks for reminding me who I am For calling me home from the Philistine's land Enough to know there is a blood spattered lamb Cheering for me as now I make my final stand.