one fine
southern day
before i was
a concept
in my parents
dreams
you lived
the learning
of
sunday mornings
singing praise
in rhythm
the likes of me
would not hear
or comprehend
for many years
songs
of burdened souls
rejoicing unbroken
i am a child of God
i can make a difference
preachers words
planting seeds
that would make
history stop
and take a look
wicked tired
from life
you sat unmoved
still small voice
ringing in your
spirit's ear
i am a child of God
i can make a difference
No clammer
No riot
No rebellious indications
even when
they threatened
seat police
you may do so
was your
only resistance
you stayed your ground
in
uncertain circumstance
opening the way
for a nation
to follow suit
and say
i am a child of God
i can make a difference.