February is the month we set aside to pay tribute to African Americans who have influenced our culture. This past Sunday at church, our musician played Lift Every Voice and Sing written by James Weldon Johnson.
I grew up listening to that song as the Negro National Anthem. It was played at the end of the daily broadcast of the only Black radio station when it went off the air at sundown. Sunday while the church rose and sang, I listened and read the verses. I had always only heard the first verse and was pleasantly surprised by the last verse.
God of our weary years
God of our silent tears
Thou who hast brought us thus far on the way
Thou who hast by Thy might, led us into the light
Keep us forever in the path, we pray.
Lest our feet stray from the place, our God, where we met.
Lest our hearts, drunk with he wine of the world, we forget Thee.
Shadowed beneath Thy hand, may we forever stand.
True to our God, true to our native land.
May we never forget who has brought us and taught us how to overcome. May we never forget who is able to keep us from stumbling. May we never forget who is the source of our light.
Psalm 97:9 Lord, You are the Most High God. You rule over the whole earth. You are honored much more than all gods. (NIRV)