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I and my kinsmen

Were purchased at cost

into the sea

was where we were tossed

We were forced to relinquish

our treasures of old

Stripped of belongings

and traded for gold

 

Into a city 

Of pure pride galore

We were brought to live

in revelry

that would transpire into lore

Trying to taint us

While we strove to survive

They beat us, then bent us

Exhaling but sighs

 

And He told us

I will make a way in the wilderness

He told us to trust

To look for rivers in the desert

For we would find hope

after this bitterness

 

But the nations must flow

into the mountain of God

While those who despise

are brought low as the sod

For they dwelt in a land of images

They were mad over idols

The devil danced round his thrown

and the worshippers filled

their bellies full

 

We see no land of promise

In these idols we drown

They build their own safety

up from the ground

All day long we are tested

As they scoff like the crows

THeir heads bow in vain

While we stand with the God who we know.

 

And he told us 

I will make a way in the wilderness

He told us to trust

To look for rivers in the desert

For we would find hope

After this bitterness.

~lme

inspired by various scriptures