The March
THE MARCH
They came with vicious dogs.
They came with clubs and ropes.
They came with galloping horses.
They came with guns and tear gas.
They came with hate and fear.
Oh God! They came to kill!
But we just kept marching---
Rattling broken chains behind;
Arms and hands fastened by bonds of love;
Our pride, dignity, and audacious faith before us---
With the glorious cloud of our precious God above us---
We just kept on marching---marching---marching---
Marching up to freedom's land: Glory...Glory...Glory...
God! I am so glad I was in that number
That just kept on marching on!
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