Sitting around a table, twelve men and You
One looking suspicious, knowing what he’s about to do
Wine being passed in lieu of Your blood
Bread being broken as the life of Your body
Sitting around a table, twelve men and You
Take and eat and drink of these things
I pass them to you
For this is the last time we’ll be together, but again I shall see you
Sitting around a table, twelve men and You
Walking out to the garden, they not knowing what to do
You kneel and pray and cry out to Your Father
Two men can’t stay awake, why did they come, why did they bother
Prayers and sleeping, they do not mix
Along comes a disciple who should be hit with sticks
He has turned on You, for a penny in his pocket
Sold you out for a coin, perhaps to buy a locket
Sitting around a table, twelve men and You
Life will be no more, the people scream, “kill the Jew!”
Turn their backs, they did, watch you lose the fight
Little did they know You would emit a glorious Light
Sitting around a table, twelve men and You
You may have lost the earthly battle
When You died upon that cross
But I know those people cried when they realized what they lost
Glory be to the Father on High
He walks among us in Atlanta
though he be gone so long
He lives with them at Morehouse
voice echoes like a song
How ’bout Ebenezer
where his words still ring today
Martin spoke there many times
urged blacks and whites to pray
Sixteenth street Baptist
where he mourned those little girls
Murdered by the men in sheets
He speaks of them as pearls
And yes he was with Lincoln
said he had a dream
Then marched the streets of Selma
amid white racist screams
The Mason Temple Church of God
He talked of Mountaintop
Lorraine Motel in Memphis
hatred had to stop
They cut him down that day in Memphis
thought civil rights would cease
Martin’s dream of love and vision
lives on; to bring all men to peace
Don't call yourself a man
You're scared, you're a coward
You're too afraid to be yourself so you give other men your power
You try to hide in the dark and transform in the light
Cause you were made without heart and born without fight
Who cares what others think? Only you know your soul
Don't let your words and your moves be something that others control
Don't follow man, follow God
Make men follow your lead
Plant your own seed and grow your own tree
Men speak of their loyalty but they won't go to jail for you
And if you're forbidden to go to Heaven, they won't go to hell for you
But when they want something from you, that's when they'll be there for you
But when you have nothing to give, they don't even care for you
When will we all learn? When will we understand?
If we don't wanna burn, we have to turn away from man
The best thing for us to do is to put our life in God's hands
When we live for the world, we only live in accord with Satan's plan
We all die in the game when we play with the wrong hand
You can be a righteous leader if you be your own man
One hundred men aged 25
All with a glint in their eye
All wanting to be a success
So they thought they would give it a try
When they reached their 65th year
It became evidently clear
Only 5 men made it
Reached the grade
A few had jobs, and were being paid
The rest were living off the state
And asked the question why?
The five men looked back at them
And this was their reply
We had goals and inspiration
We had courage and determination
We used awareness, let our minds soar
We had faith, to get out of bed for
We never quit, and we never stopped
We never doubted, we reached the top
We had desire and did our best
We used all our skills and nothing less
And that's why we are, A GREAT SUCCESS!
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