Hallelujah!
We shall overcome,
rebuild Jerusalem
with a song:
a Chinese baby
leans forward on a mother’s lap
a gathered exile
bouncing to the beat--
An stately Black woman
rises, right arm raised to the sky
“yes, yes, yes!”
Wounds bound.
Professional eyes,
bloodshot, now weighty with scorn
widen with strength to be quiet
as he stands for the chorus.
Young ideas
startled into a blank stare--
an impulse checked--
love restored.
Sing with thanksgiving;
strum away a sprinters confidence,
replacing it with hopeful rest
in all excelling love Divine.
Extol the Lord, Oh Jerusalem!
Strengthen the bars of our gates.
Re-water the world from on high--
remake everything with his
primordial, last words.
Hallelujah!
We shall overcome,
rebuild Jerusalem
with a song.
