The thought for this week comes from what many have called "the black national anthem." It's actually a hymn, and it's one of my favorites; I grew up singing this song in high school when I attended a liturgical United Methodist congregation in Poplar Bluff.
In honor of Dr. King, whose words grace the banner of this blog, here is "Lift Every Voice and Sing."
Lift every voice and sing
'til earth and heaven ring,
ring with the harmonies of liberty!
Let our rejoicing rise
high as the listening skies,
let it resound loud as the rolling sea!
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us.
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
let us march on 'til victory is won.
Stony the road we trod,
bitter the chastening rod,
felt in the days when hope unborn had died.
Yet with a steady beat,
have not our weary feet
come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered.
Out of the gloomy past,
'til now we stand at last
where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.
God of our weary years,
God of our silent tears,
Thou who has brought us thus far on the way,
Thou who has by Thy might
led us into the light,
keep us forever in the path, we pray.
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee,
lest our hearts, drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee;
Shadowed beneath Thy hand
may we forever stand
true to our God,
true to our native land.
Have a good week! I start work in the coffee shop for the first time on my own this week, so I'll keep you posted. Until next time,
keep fighting the good fight,
Joshua
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