Sweet Chariot

didn't you know
you are a star
if you only knew
how far you are
you would fall
landing on your feet
standing tall
not in the dirt
but, on the earth
plane, on top of
a heap, of prosperity
spiritually, reviving
over and over again
turning over new land
cultivating the soil
giving praise, to the
Blue God, of the
Yellow Sun, who gives
the Red Rays, raising
the color, Purple
something so beautiful
to the King of the Kingdom
heaven is falling
a New Jerusalem
 is calling the people home
to the Lilly of the valley
thy Queedom will come
to the Motherland
The Holy Land
from where Manna lands
feeding a fleeing nation
curing the cuts on the hands
straitening the backs on the man
we will run through green pastures
into the arms of our ancestors
who will waiting for us,
 in the Willows by the brook
they will say to us, on that day
"JOB, WELL...DONE"