The Trail of Tears

There was weeping in the distance
    I did not want to hear
There were children crying
    I did not want to see

There were mournful songs being sung
    I did not want to feel
There were broken promises
    I didn’t want to know

There was a man lying on the side of the road
    I walked on by
There were outstretched hands looking for acceptance
    I did not want to touch

There was the sound of drums beating out the honor dance
    I did not want to move
There was a world a part; not my world
    I did not want to think

There were ancient voices calling  
    I did not want to go
There was poverty languishing
    I did not want to give

There was a yearning in my heart for God
    For what I didn’t know

It was the Creator weeping at Wounded Knee
It was the Creator crying don’t you see
It was the Creator singing over His children, now I hear
It was the Creator lying on the side of the road His appearance unappealing
It was the Creator’s arms outstretched from a lonely Tipi
It was the Creator’s heart beating out the rhythm singing of the people made to flee
It is the Creator’s world we are a part
it was His voice calling and asking, “when will you start”?
It is the Jesus way; It is His heart.

There is a yearning deep within my soul
    I don’t know which way to go
    I don’t know what to do
    I don’t know where to start

Softly the hand drum and flute sing the song in answer to the rhythm of His heart; the rhythm of my heart; simply saying, “Follow the trail of tears”