The Choice is Yours
Four little girls with ponytails and curls
Went to church to learn of the Lord
But what they encountered could not have been predicted
They were blown to pieces, dead, and their spirits lifted
Cruel beyond means, these girls were killed by a foe
The KKK had succeeded with the help of their friend Jim Crow.
They were after our children
After our youth
Because they knew that inside them was knowledge, strength, and truth.
Their concept was right:
Let's break down the child,
destroy what's inside,
so they'll crumple and fall
and grow up to comply.
But our young, black youth learned from those who were older and wiser
Not from those who were phony
They learned from their elders to have the greater testimony.
So, in this day and age, why have our youth fallen to the simple tricks of this world?
Trying to impress little boys and little girls
It's because we did not value the price He paid when He died and set us free
We've allowed the world access to our hearts, even handing them the key
I,myself, feel like there's a leash still in control of me
It's as if the world is our master and has taught us to behave
Millions of young lost souls,
acting as this worlds slave.
There was a reason He arose on the third day,
He created the way
And has allowed us to stay, in His will.
Jesus is the vine
God is the Husbandman
And we are His wife
It's your choice,
Will you find Him in your youth and stay with Him all the days of your life?
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