A FAITH MORE STRONG

THAN WOOD AND BEAMS

White she was, a teenager.

Too young to hate the black man,

Too young to understand.

She chose to be a vengeful God.

One who is not colorblind

But sees the difference in our skin.

We have lost the house we pray in

But in the end we'll win.

Our building's now in ashes

But like the Phoenix we shall rise.

Our faith is strong; we shall survive.

We look at what remains

Of what was once our home.

The broken dreams and charred beams

And the smell of gasoline.

The smell of hate on a peaceful night.

In time we'll build our church again

And hopefully by then

Dr. King will see his dream come true

And worship all of us as one,

Worship me and you.