I see a glimpse of something in the distance…
Wounded soldiers in sink
No music is accompanying
the sounds of their marching feet.
I see rays of burning light beaming from their faces.
fills in the spaces
as millions are standing in the streets.
Dust covered nostrils,
The smell of despair
No shelter, no food
stench in the air.
Why did the captains choose the wrong turn?
Weren’t they supposed to lead us?
They pushed us down a one way track
They never seemed concerned.
We took the land by force,
Protesting with mighty fervor
We told them they had to turn around
And still they stayed their course.
Now for a thousand years……..
Were they ever here?
Did we take what God had given freely
to stand in the gap and fight?
Did we know what lied ahead?
Did we use His might?
Still….a ray of burning light,
Beaming from our faces
The sounds of marching feet
Fills in the places
Where hope was rising
The quiet stirred
I saw a glimpse of something in the distance.
Still…..no music was ever heard.