With Eyes Stayed On The Prize...

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With Eyes Stayed On The Prize…

Out of you and me,
The colors of our skins
And our humanity,
Comes the scarred history
Of the home of the brave
And the land of the free;
Where it always was held true
That in you and by you—
And only for you—all men
[of your hue] were created equal.

Indeed.  Said the darker hued
Were merely aped to be manlike
That the icon of the new nation—
Slavery...pursuit of happiness—
Could be perceived as that negative goodness
That only servitude and meek humility could bring.

What deed could be more gracious?
Snatching savage beasts from a darken land;
Cultivating them to be docile beasts of burdens 
In a bright new world—Slavery...the common good!

But time is a funny thing.  When it passes...
It still leaves its footprints behind.  Dark hued

Ancestors are gone; but their audacity remains
Showing and leaving heirs what new tormentors
Will never ever see:  what their eyes were watching.

What our ancestors saw...our eyes are now stayed upon.
Contrary to skewed belief...we too...were created
In the egg of life...incubated free in history’s nest.

Now pecked free, we come laying our claim to the vision;  
Freedom is not a human gift...

We now come laying our claim to the liberating promise of God.