Vee Bdosa Poet I do not know?

The Coming of Black Jesus

THE COMING OF BLACK JESUS
From out of dark of Africa
and from the central plain
beyond the Nile, in just a while
black gold, and all its gain

lay shackled in the morning sun,
humanitie's great sin,
they wait in tears for what seems years
for whaleboats rowing in.

Financing by the usurers,
who'd make a pot of gold,
each trip to Africa was blessed,
by those who'd not have blessing told.

Once on the beach, the boats are filled
and slavery steers the coarse
out to the ship that makes the trip
and filled with black's remorse.

The teaching to their heathen minds
sets in before the sail
is barely set so they can get
the Word before they fail.

the Word that Jesus died for them
so now they must rejoice
and sing His song their lifetime long
His way's their only choice.

The sail is pushed across the sea
and changed, their native speech,
through heat and rain and hurricane,
then hope is in their reach;

when one bright morn "land ho's" proclaimed
they fall down to their knee
to spread His fame, and praise His name
who Saved them from the sea!

And when the anchor's heaved away
to hold the ship in place;
off from the shore they've been bound for;
forgiven's their disgrace

and all the old ways ever known
are laid into the past
replaced on ships by snapping whips
before the captain's mast!

    And so they're sold before they're old,
     mere beasts of burden, black and cold,
       while Jesus saves them, every one,
         .......if they but do what they are told.
 © ron wilson aka vee bdosa

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The Situation May 3, 2012 at 6:19 PM Israel traveled through egypt to get to its promised land. and all the world traveled through it's hardships to get to this one, the U.S.A. every nation suffered to get here. even the indians who were already here. those ships got me here, the red black and white that i am. and in the greatest country in the world i have a home. Vee Bdosa May 4, 2012 at 6:39 AM but the poem is not about you, it is about them, who were forcibly taken from their homes and many changed by the whip into people who helped build the very world you now know. It might be noted that slavery is still alive and thriving in many parts of Africa, which has nothing to do with anything, I guess.

Vee Bdosa May 2, 2012 at 1:44 PM @ Catie, CANDLE plays ok for me, but I am about to do a new one, YOUTUBE is almost a thing of the past, every Hack in the Pack goes for the jugular of Youtube and Facebook and Google today.

John Rhinem May 2, 2012 at 1:25 PM Smile ˜ Ahhh The Atros Of Humanity, My Dear Precious & Priceless Beautiful Friend * Sacrificing Into Volcanos; Burning At Stakes; Killing One Another Because Of Religion Or The Colour Of Ones Flesh; Etc., Etc., Etc. ˜ And Then We Have The Fallon Ones; Lost In Their Own Wretched Pool of Dismay ˜ 'Babylon, All The Way Across The Board; "Wisdoms Glory." * Powerful Verse My Friend; Blue In Gray Of Bittersweets Gold * My Love, Forever; John!:) ˜