By the ‘60s a clerically robed man rose to renown
He congregated the disenfranchised ones
All across American towns
His bully pulpit was in the Southern Baptists
His Christian voice strong sonorous and rapturous
His audience was Black people and other ones lowly
He gave voice about ‘freedom’ given too slowly
He held powerful sway against the mockers
More than a pastor—a ‘Reverend Doctor’
He had the Holy Bible on his lectern prominent
He was known worldwide as a speaker eloquent
He spoke of courage (their righteous cause, freedom,
self-determination, voting rights,
equal rights and opportunity, jobs, higher
education, decent housing, adequate healthcare,
led folk in singing ‘we shall overcome one day’)
He spoke of what ‘he’ and ‘we’ could achieve
If only it was in us to adequately perceive
The culmination of it all in his ‘Dream’
‘I have a dream!’ he preached
A world transformed for the good of all
He saw it all in his own Dream
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He was a great man, but not great enough
With the Bible before him he didn’t preach as such
For the Christ he serves spoke of a ‘hope’
Not of dreams or wishes about how we could cope
The Reverend Doctor was marked and killed
But that was not the main reason he failed
You see, he left the people with only a dream
Vague thoughts while partly conscious it seems
He’d neglected to leave that which was most true
Which was his calling and his true purview
To direct us all to Christ Jesus and his Sure Hope
Not to put faith in political systems and the vote
To follow Christ Jesus’ steps is the only way
To work toward a new and brighter day
Only God knows whether he may be forgiven
For his witness of the Lord it may seem he’d forsaken
Leaving the Christian message unclear in men’s minds
Still invested in this world’s ‘dreams’ of all kinds
Christ’s miracles and loving acts of all types
Is proof from God’s Word that his Hope is not hype
Christ’s only ‘dream’ was a message to John
In it he told John of many good things to come
Including the prospect of a Sure Hope
Restoral of the earth’s original form and purpose
In which worthy men would again surface
One in which goodness would reign supreme
Never to be only a forgettable dream
But the same world as God intended and created
A SURE HOPE
In which we’d be forever elated
By Jahgirl
05/10/2019