Drenched

It gets heavier

Each drop dances on the warm tar road

Out of my bag I drew my poncho

Over myself I put it on

But I wouldn’t move

Fascinated as I watch them dance

They are only about to start

The crowd around me withdrew

The chants of the warring wind intimidates

Allow myself to be stubborn once

Because my nation is stubborn

As the heavens weep, my heart aches

I sat and refused to move

Not until my nation knows that we have all sinned

Not until my chiefs know their guilt

On the chanting road I cried in pain

My nation is in darkness no one can save

Oh my people, if only you know

Know that we have all did right

Only in our own eyes

Know that we have please

Only the ways of men

Oh my people, if only you would turn away

From what’s right in our own eyes

From what’s pleasing to ourselves

If only we would do justice,

Not only to ourselves

But to the forgotten and abandoned

The oppressed and the violated

To my Creator I cried

Before His throne I am drenched

Pleading Him to accept my repentance

As if He has received from my people

He would look to us with mercy

Behold, He gathered them all

The angered, the assaulted and the exploited

But none will matter

Unless His people would humble themselves

Repent and pray to Him

He will rescue us all

Not with guns and bombs

But with the mighty work of the Cross

It gets heavier

The poncho is drenched

But behold, a silver lining shining on the yellow sea.