In the House of Prayer
The man came to speak.
His words rang of despair
As freedom he did seek.
A man of color
Broken by the past,
Cried out in desperation,
“Is there no relief that lasts?”
He sat as tears streamed down his face,
The white man stood and walked to his place.
And put arms around him sobbing as he embraced.
Two broken pasts mended—two hearts ascended
To the throne in unity, their hearts of opportunity
Did mourn the past together, rejoicing as brothers,
And healing took place, removing the distance of race.
ron hampton, October 2000 – SDG
