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Christina Milford Poem
WOMEN OF OUR NATIONS, STRONG WOMEN!
HELD FAST AND BOUND BY THE WHIMS OF MEN
CARRYING SHAME, ENSHROUDED WITH BLAME
WOUNDED, NEAR STRANGLED BY THOSE WHO CAME
WOMEN HELD FAST, SHACKLED IN CHAINS
EX-DAYS OF SLAVE-TRADE YOU’VE HELD THESE PAINS
LOOK AT YOUR HISTORY, TELL ME I’M WRONG
TELL ME, WHO HAS FOR YOU WRITTEN A SONG…
A SONG THAT’S A LULLABY, EASING YOUR FEARS
A SONG TO BRING SOLACE AND COMFORT, NOT TEARS
‘TIS TIME THAT YOU LOOK AT WHO YOU ARE
WAKE UP AND FIND OUT FROM WHENCE CAME THESE SCARS
WOMEN OF SORROWS, CARRYING BLOOD STAINS
STAINS IN YOUR GARMENTS THAT ECHO THE STRAINS
OF STORIES QUITE DARK AND HIDDEN THOUGH STARK
LET SELF ADMIT WHAT’S MADE THIS MARK.
‘TIS TIME TO AWAKE AND FROM YOU SHAKE
VOLUMES OF SHAME DUBBED YOUR MISTAKE!
WHAT YOU NEED RIGHT NOW IS TO BE SET FREE
THOUGH YOU WEAR NO SHACKLES THAT MEN CAN SEE
THE BONDAGE YOU WEAR IS YOUR SHROUD OF SHAME
NOT SEEN BY MEN, BUT ETCHED IN YOUR NAME
ENSLAVED BY YOUR MEMORIES, BOUND BY THE PAST
YOU FILL OUR CHURCHES FOR A SALVE AND REPAST.
OH LORD, OUR GOD! DELIVERERS WE NEED
DELIVERS WHO LOVE YOU AND YOUR SEED!
BONDAGE-BREAKERS FREED FROM STENCH
THOSE WHO WILL NOT TWIST AND WRENCH
OUR WOUNDED SOULS QUITE BATTLE WORN
DEPRESSED, SUPPRESSED AND TEMPEST-TORN
DELIVERERS! COME! FROM ZION COME!
DELIVERERS! BRING DELIVEREANCE NOW!
BRING THE WORD TO HEAL THE LAME
SING THE WORD TO LOOSE THEIR SHAME
SKILLFULLY THE SWORD EMPLOY
HALT THE MELEE MIDST GIRL AND BOY!
IT WAS FOR THIS THE SAVIOUR CAME
TO LOOSE THE CAPTIVES BOUND IN SHAME
THEN THESE WHO’RE LOOSED, FROM BONDAGE FREED
WILL THEMSELVES BUILD… TOUCHED BY THE NEED
POWERED AND PROPELLED, SPIRIT-FILLED…
THE NATIONS IN THEIR HEARTS INSTILLED
Copyright © Christina Milford | Year Posted 2011
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Christina Milford Poem
Help the Weak
(Cries of the un-fathered)
I hear the cries of children, dispossessed
Of fathers - and mothers - they are bereft
Cries that cut to the heart and soul
Of infants and toddlers – hearts growing cold
The cycle of sin has many fruits borne
So even the young feel tired and worn
Lord, where is the healing of which you speak?
What price must we pay to help the weak?
Your answer comes, it’s plain to see
Stay in My Presence and out of that – be
The answer you seek to help the weak
Is in the Word my Body speaks
Words of peace and sweet release
That cause men’s faith to rise with ease
Words of courage, wise and sweet
Words that get men on their feet
Words creating wealth and peace
Sweetening life as turmoil cease
And fathers once more fathers be
Protectors of the seed they see.
Copyright © Christina Milford | Year Posted 2011
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Christina Milford Poem
Help the Weak
(Cries of the un-fathered)
I hear the cries of children, dispossessed
Of fathers - and mothers - they are bereft
Cries that cut to the heart and soul
Of infants and toddlers – hearts growing cold
The cycle of sin has many fruits borne
So even the young feel tired and worn
Lord, where is the healing of which you speak?
What price must we pay to help the weak?
Your answer comes, it’s plain to see
Stay in My Presence and out of that – be
The answer you seek to help the weak
Is in the Word my Body speaks
Words of peace and sweet release
That cause men’s faith to rise with ease
Words of courage, wise and sweet
Words that get men on their feet
Words creating wealth and peace
Sweetening life as turmoil cease
And fathers once more fathers be
Protectors of the seed they see.
Copyright © Christina Milford | Year Posted 2011
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Christina Milford Poem
Help the Weak
(Cries of the un-fathered)
I hear the cries of children, dispossessed
Of fathers - and mothers - they are bereft
Cries that cut to the heart and soul
Of infants and toddlers – hearts growing cold
The cycle of sin has many fruits borne
So even the young feel tired and worn
Lord, where is the healing of which you speak?
What price must we pay to help the weak?
Your answer comes, it’s plain to see
Stay in My Presence and out of that – be
The answer you seek to help the weak
Is in the Word my Body speaks
Words of peace and sweet release
That cause men’s faith to rise with ease
Words of courage, wise and sweet
Words that get men on their feet
Words creating wealth and peace
Sweetening life as turmoil cease
And fathers once more fathers be
Protectors of the seed they see.
Copyright © Christina Milford | Year Posted 2011
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