
Hello,
As I consider the death of another son, my cry to the Lord goes forth...again
Death of a black man, doesn't it matter?
Death of a dream, doesn't it matter?
Death of a nation, doesn't it matter?
Death of a child, doesn't it matter?
To conceive a child for slaughter, when will it matter?
To raise a child to be slaughtered, when will it matter?
To see a child slaughtered, when will it matter?
America was said to be the home of the free. I bet it was never imagined one would be free to murder and not pay the cost. I bet it was never imagined one would be free to slaughter boys in daylight knowing your life would be alright.
America was said to be the home of the brave. I bet it was never imagined one had to be brave to run in your neighborhood, move to a new city, or drive a new car. I bet it was never imagined one had to be brave to have a son who would be targeted for slaughter.
America, this is our freedom! America this is how we show we are brave! I cry to the Lord I never have to walk in this freedom or stand and be brave.
Lord, Lord, I cry out to Thee! America cries for justice, but my cry is for change. Change our eyes so we don't see color. Change our minds so we don't seek revenge. Change our hearts so we might love again!
Lord, Lord, I cry out to Thee! America cries for blood, but my cry is for change. Change our eyes so we see the blood Christ already paid. Changes our minds so we think how to live in Christ instead of investing in ways to die and separated from Christ. Change our hearts so we might love again!
Lord, Lord, I will obey because You said, "If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land (2 Chronicles 7:14)."
Heal our land Lord, that is my cry.