Black Lives Matter - STAND UP!

 

Willie Spence, Stand UP

American Idol, April 19, 2021

STAND UP

by Jame17

November 7, 2018

Stand Up

and let your voice be heard 

Stand Up

for the rights you believe in 

Stand Up 

having a strong voice you will surely win

Stand Up

whites blacks all colors of the world 

Stand Up 

all of our people should come together 

Stand Up

break the cycle of division 

Stand Up

unity is what we strive for 

Stand Up

one clear mind we need it more and more 

Stand Up

don’t shut me out 

Stand Up

i’ll scream and shout

Stand Up

until you see that we are one 

STAND UP

In a country that has systematised the oppression of black lives from the institution of slavery to peonage, lynching, Jim Crow, segregation, mass incarceration and police brutality, #BLM provides the church an opportunity to proclaim the gospel that announces the end of oppression. | Image: Scott Olson / Getty Images

https://jessicazannini.com/2016/01/06/stand-up-a-poem-for-black-history-month/

Poem About Standing Up For What Is Right

https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/united

Hi, I am a thirteen-year-old girl who has been secretly writing poetry since fourth grade, and I'm really glad you came to read my poem! This poem that I wrote is called "United" because I wanted to write a poem that was inspiring and could mean something to everybody out there. Stand up for what you love and what you know is right because in the end that is what will matter. I hope "United" can inspire you, and I really hope you like it. Remember to follow your dreams! 

United

© Erica More By Erica

December 2017

Do we stay silent

Or raise our voices?

Do we give in

Or make our choices?

This is our chance.

This is our threat.

This is our choice.

And we're not finished yet.

We stand together

And await the light.

This is our chance,

This is our fight.

Here we're standing,

United and strong.

We're not giving this up.

We're not moving on.

This is our voice;

This is what we came to show.

This is our choice,

And we're not letting go.

This is our word.

You give what you get.

This is our world,

And we're not finished yet.

We stand beside you,

Ready to pay our debt

We stand united

Because we're not finished yet.

Children are born every day,

Waiting for someone to trust.

Dreams are dreamed every day

But left alone to rust.

Raise your voices; stand up tall.

You know this is unjust.

Make your choices; stand from the fall,

Because dreams are counting on us.

I know that you are scared to be strong.

You have every right to be.

Show the dreamers that you care.

Come and stand with me.

Think of our future; think of the truth.

Think of the lives we share.

Think of our beginnings; think of our youth.

We're all just a kid from somewhere.

Standing together, holding hands,

We all came from the same place.

Joined, we are forever;

We are running the same race.

Stand with me; we're not through yet.

We are getting what we gave.

Hand in hand with me, strongest together.

This can all be saved.

This is like our lifetimes;

This is more than just a game.

This is more than just the money,

More than ourselves, more than fame.

Speak up for what matters,

Because now it does; this love is caving.

Speak up before we shatter.

Think of all the dreams we're saving.

There are kids like us in Texas,

Out in Utah, up in Maine.

There are kids that are the future Crosby,

Skinner, Matthews, Kane.

From the mountains, valleys, cities,

Suburbs, hamlets and countryside,

There are the children of this future.

All around us they reside.

On the Pittsburgh Penguins, Boston Bruins,

The Canes and Minnesota Wild.

We often forget that before they were champions,

Each one was just a child

They once stood watching,

Dreaming with this light inside their eyes.

Together we can save that light,

And return it to more lives.

Here we're standing, grasping hands;

Here we're standing strong.

This time we're not giving in,

And we're not moving on.

THIS is our voice;

This is what we came to show.

This is our choice,

And we're not letting go.

This is the world we live in.

You must give what you get.

This is our word we're giving.             

We're not finished yet.

We stand together, united.

This is our chance to repay this debt.

We stand beside you all, united.

We're not finished yet.

 

Poem of the Week for: 2018-02-27

This week's Poem of the Week, "United", is particularly poignant as we respond to yet another mass shooting. Because, this time, something long thought impossible is happening. Young people across the country by joining together United are breaking cultural and political barriers and making their world a better place. Wishing all of us the inspiration to join together United to make positive change in our own worlds!

 

Stand Up by Cynthia Erivo

Lyrics

I been walkin'
With my face turned to the sun
Weight on my shoulders
A bullet in my gun
Oh, I got eyes in the back of my head
Just in case I have to run
I do what I can when I can while I can for my people
While the clouds roll back and the stars fill the night

That's when I'm gonna stand up

Take my people with me

Together we are going
To a brand new home
Far across the river
Can you hear freedom calling?
Calling me to answer
Gonna keep on keepin' on
I can feel it in my bones

Early in the mornin'
Before the sun begins to shine
We're gonna start movin'
Towards that separating line
I'm wadin' through muddy waters
You know I got a made up mind
And I don't mind if I lose any blood on the way to salvation
And I'll fight with the strength that I got until I die

So I'm gonna stand up
Take my people with me
Together we are going
To a brand new home
Far across the river
Can you hear freedom calling?
Calling me to answer
Gonna keep on keepin' on

And I know what's around the bend
Might be hard to face 'cause I'm alone
And I just might fail
But Lord knows I tried
Sure as stars fill up the sky

Stand up
Take my people with me
Together we are going
To a brand new home
Far across the river
Can you hear freedom calling?
Calling me to answer
Gonna keep on keepin' on

I'm gonna stand up
Take my people with me
Together we are going
To a brand new home
Far across the river
Do you hear freedom calling?
Calling me to answer
Gonna keep on keepin' on

I'm gonna stand up
Take my people with me
Together we are going
To a brand new home
Far across the river
I hear freedom calling
Calling me to answer
Gonna keep on keepin' on
I can feel it in my bones

I go to prepare a place for you
I go to prepare a place for you
I go to prepare a place for you
I go to prepare a place for you

Harriet Tubman

Eloise Greenfield

Harriet Tubman didn't take no stuff

Wasn't scared of nothing neither

Didn't come in this world to be no slave

And wasn't going to stay one either

"Farewell!" she sang to her friends one night

She was mighty sad to leave 'em

But she ran away that dark, hot night

Ran looking for her freedom

She ran to the woods and she ran through the woods

With the slave catchers right behind her

And she kept on going till she got to the North

Where those mean men couldn't find her

Nineteen times she went back South

To get three hundred others

She ran for her freedom nineteen times

To save Black sisters and brothers

Harriet Tubman didn't take no stuff

Wasn't scared of nothing neither

Didn't come in this world to be no slave

And didn't stay one either

And didn't stay one either

R.E. Slater - The Birth & Death of God

The Birth & Death of God

by R.E. Slater

"They spoke death to me during the day.

They spoke death to me in the night.

God spare me the Great Corruption.

Let me speak life and light."- res

"God is love," I said,

But God must condemn!

"God is love," I said,

But God must hate!

"God is love," I said,

But God must kill!

"God is love," I said,

But there must be justice!

"Then God must be dead,

And we have killed Him."

 

             . . .

Be careful how you birth

God to the world;

What you birth may bring

Beauty or destruction,

Salvation or death.

Let God love and be love,

All other loves are death.

R.E. Slater

April 11, 2021

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Notice what the “death of God” means in the chiasm: God dies unless we come to God’s aid and let God be God in our lives. What has been traditionally called death of God theology is a headline grabber but it is a misleading misnomer—it should have been called the birth of God…

That is why I never speak of the death of God but of the birth of God or the desire for God... God is what God does, and what God does is what is done in the name of God, which is the birth of God in the world.

- Jack Caputo (Biography; Books)

R.E. Slater - Ruptured Soils

 

Ruptured Soils

by R.E. Slater

As cold, dark earth must yield,

    to warmth and new life,

Even so does Jesus' Resurrection rupture,

    the broken soils of darkened hearts.

In whom death has been defeated,

    darkness disspelt, and

New life in God's love made alive,

    birthing beauty from old.

Jesus' death and resurrection,

    celebrates all who we are,

Embracing darkness and death,

    before arising, breaking forth.

Bursting the tired bonds of earth's

    unyielding fellowships,

In resurrecting power from death

    to life, by God's renewing Spirit.

We, who are the healed, the delivered,

    from the cold soils of bondage,

Who must shout, who must rejoice,

    "Jesus is Risen!"

Washed in Holy Spirit power,

    raised from creation's cradle,

In whom all our yesterdays, todays, and

    forevers, rise before Calvary's Cross.

R.E. Slater

Easter Sunday

April 4, 2021

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