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Come, My Children
by Jonathan Richard Cring
Come, my children, let us greet
The rumble we hear on the street
Tear down the walls of religious tradition
Take a look at the human condition
Bring the drum, start the beat
Then let us dance to the sound
Of understanding spreading around
Love your neighbor is the scheme
Living out Brother Martin’s dream
May the blast of brass abound
Jimi arrives with his lick
Jesus comes and heals the sick
Love blends jazz to soul
A song celebration is our goal
Who am I in this holy jam?
An honest heart
I am what I am
In a climate of physical fitness
Can I get a spiritual witness?
Ease on down in the Muddy Waters
Bring your sisters and your daughters
‘Tis the season for the news
Race escapes into the blues
Gospel created the rhythm and rock
Join the festival on our block
Hometown boy is back today
His hair sporting a streak of gray
The shepherd seeking a groovy flock
So count your measures and blessings, too
The joyful noise is coming to you
This week’s reader is James, who lives in Shreveport, Louisiana, and shares his music, labor, love and ministry to everyone he meets.
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