Inspiring others is a beautiful thing indeed. Today, I awoke to this beautiful poem in my in box, written by Louis John Casson, in the UK. Bless your heart, Louis! Thank you!
6 hours agoJohn Casson- "Teressa, inspired by your recent comments. Enjoy, Louis"
Where We’re Headed is the Promised Land
Last night I dreamed of things to buy
like a fender bass with an eight by ten stack.
Could feel the vibrations up from the flooring
and the air behind my back.
But woke to find me in the same old room,
same threadbare worn out lack.
If I know He’ll fill the poor in every way,
just when’s He coming back?
Singing
God is always with me
at the end of the day.
Some certainties from way down
help me rise to make again my way.
Reaching out for you brother
let’s go forward hand in hand.
And if it don’t seem brighter
yet still we believe
where we’re headed is the promised land.
Took a morning stroll down main street
all ol’ times tradition,
dirt poor jobs and collard greens.
Folks rising Blues keep coming,
when life wears out their dreams.
TV talking heads, governors and the President,
All telling us to knuckle down,
sharing pain, retired to teens.
Well if Wall Street keeps us all rolling,
what’s so good ‘bout greed and schemes?
Singing
God is always with me
at the end of the day.
Some certainties from way down
help me rise to make again my way.
Reaching out for you sister
let’s go forward hand in hand.
And if it don’t seem brighter
yet still we believe
where we’re headed for the promised land.
This poem lyric © Louis J. Casson 2011 All rights reserved.
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