Family X

Dark is the night of slavery
But warm is the bed of peace
For justice is sure to follow
In the land of golden streets

Oh victory sure is coming
For those with bended knees
Fire and ash for the wicked
Blown like chaff in the breeze

I have the flag of my savior
And I hold his holy word
Oh his seal of judgement I carry
My place at his right hand assured

So toil on, darkened brothers
May honor be given in time
Reward for the humble and broken
Master, look on and be kind

I'm in the borders of the refugee
I'm in chains with those in slavery
But I'm not caged in your theology
You cannot rob my grace from me

For you have waged wars in my name
And crippled my children with shame
Divided with fire and flame
But hallelujah
The son of man, rises again
I'm in the borders of the refugee
I'm in chains with those in slavery
But I'm not caged in your theology
You cannot rob my grace from me

You cannot rob my grace from me
You can't take away my family



Credits
Writer(s): John Kovasckitz
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