Smiling With the Ancestors
Smile if I could
smile if I would
smile as I should…
I can see
ancestors smiling
down on you and me…
They’re singing
for us to lean
on them when
we feel weak
for they are
with us
like living beings
giving what we seek
in our friend Jesus…
Being truly
in this together
against the unruly
in the present weather
there’s still something
we hold
even though nature we
don’t control…
We’re not mere bards
but today’s troubadours
Griots of village yards…
Keys of faith’s hoping doors
singing tears of thanksgiving
and praising we’re still living…
still living…still living on
since the day we were born
for the ancestors laid the way
and left the footprints to trod
towards the change-coming day
As we continue trek onward
knowing this pitiful potus is not
the boss…
In hell, his soul shall surely rot
for our Lord Jesus has risen
from the cross!
So smile…sea to sea
with the ancestors smiling
on both you and me
still down here foot-printing:
Hey…God will take care
of us;
And so will our brother…
Jesus.
So peace be still and fear
not…
Holy redemption is here
on the spot.
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2020
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