Lift every voice and sing, Till earth and heaven ring, Ring with the harmonies of Liberty; Let our rejoicing rise High as the list’ning skies, Let it resound loud as the rolling sea. Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us, Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us; Facing the rising sun of our new day begun, Let us march on till victory is won. Stony the road we trod, Bitter the chast’ning rod, Felt in the days when hope unborn had died; Yet with a steady beat, Have not our weary feet Come to the place for which our fathers sighed? We have come over a way that with tears has been watered. We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered, Out from the gloomy past, Till now we stand at last Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast. God of our weary years, God of our silent tears, Thou who hast brought us thus far on the way; Thou who hast by Thy might, Led us into the light, Keep us forever in the path, we pray. Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee, Lest our hearts, drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee; Shadowed beneath Thy hand, May we forever stand, True to our God, True to our native land.
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A beautiful lady raised four kids, three girls and one boy. The youngest grew up and had a baby. The baby and the lady, had a love that no one could touch. The lady taught the baby everything she knew. The baby began to grow up to a young girl jumping grade to grade, age to age the lady was getting old too.The baby wasn't a baby any more but she was the grandmother’s baby still. The baby is now a teenager going through high school. She starts to realize that the lady is getting older and one day she will no longer be with her anymore. But the lady insists she will keep pushing until the baby graduates. Eighty years old almost eighty-one the lady is still chugging along and the baby and the lady still have an unconditional love. Written by: Trinity Nelson Dedicated to my grandmother Ms.Ethel Brown |