Our ancestors never told us
They had entered a pact with Baal
How then do we tell our children
To free the next generations
Now sudden disaster besiege our youth
Old men take our damsels for second wife
Mothers bury our own children
Widows mourn everywhere
Our elders turn to the powerless priest
Offering the blood of animals to appease
Unreliable acts like a crooked arrow
The land must wake from this sleep
Many things my late father did not know
And I almost got caught in the net
While I continued to wallow in the flesh
But in my wilderness I met him
The owner of the mountain cattle’s
Fishing in the river of life
He stretch forth the hand of mercy
Which traditions almost made me reject
He spoke about the troubled land he had healed
Offering the stream that tasted like wine
Along with his strong double edged sword
“Take it and uproot your ancestral evil traits!” he charged.
Johnson, what a charge you have been given, of the Lord! I thank God for you, and his call on your life. His words to you, remind me of the Lord's words to Jeremiah..."Now, I have put my words in your mouth. See, today I appoint you over nations and kingdoms to uproot and tear down, to destroy and overthrow, to build and to plant." (Jer. 1:9,10)
