I remember you from distant lands
When you were the powerful king of a nation
The chief of a tribe of warriors.
I remember when you were
A slave to this cruel land
Working in the cotton fields
Sweating and pining in vain
To build a country
Who quickly will forget
Its Ebony Kings.
I remember you from distant lands
When the powerful impact
Of your role as husband, father, and leader
Was felt by wife, children, and the community
Like a tumultuous tremor
In the sand.
I remember when you were
Faithful to God.