Thecoming 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 do what they are told.
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2011
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