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Black to love
Black to praise
All before the sun was raised.

Black praise the Lord
in the melon of our skin
our hearts’ Black Blood
that marks our place in the sky.

Black to love
from dawn of time
to the sun that shines
to the Lord in heaven.

Black to praise the Lord
as we close our eyes
to the darkness of the mind
in the love of the Lord
as we dream in the
Blackness of the night in time.

Black to praise the Lord
to sing with the angels
with love coming out
of the
Black Whole of Life.

Black to love the Lord,
to give thanks for the
Blackness of the soils
that bring forth
the Fruits of Life.

To live Black.
To praise the Lord
in the beauty of
Being Black.

Black to love
Blacks’ faces to the sons
who praise
with all their might,
bowing to know that’s
how light gets in.

Black to praise the Lord for
justice that stands in
the Blackness of Truth.
For Black is to praise
the Lord
in all that we do.

To be Black is to praise the Lord
with your heart, soul and mind
all in time. Black to love and praise
the Lord
to the Black death of dying.

Black to love
in all that you do. For Black
is to praise
the Lord
inside of you.
Love Black to praise
the Lord
in a way that
will get you through.

To ring the bells
that still can ring free.
Black to love
and praise the Lord.

There can never be
too much Black.