Take him, Lord-this morning-
Wash him with hyssup inside and out,
Hang him up and drain him dry of sin,
Pin his ear on the wisdom post,
And make his words sledge hammers of truth-
Beating on the iron heart of sin.
Lord God, this morning-
Put his eyes to the telescope of eternity,
And let him look upon the walls of time,
Lord, turpentine his imagination,
Put perpetual motion in his arms,
Fill him full of the dynamite of thy power,
Anoint him all over with the oil of thy salvaltion,
And set his tongue on fire.
James Weldon, God's Trombones
