Hear Me Abya Yala
Colonists were hiding God from us.
They wanted us to worship corrupt Angels,
their brothers, but we were found by God.
His blood was dripping from the cross on our Covenant.
We all need to be baptized,
become his disciples and worship him
as we do of all his living creations.
He redeemed us In Covenant of blood.
God’s holiness is our challenge.
God in Holy Trinity is the creator,
father of all our Nations.
Powerful as his Universe he is.
Copyright © Art Wielgus | Year Posted 2017
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