My mother asked me to write a poem for her conservative Pentecostal Church about God and Black History. February is Black History month. Time passed, and I forgot to write it. My mother gave me a reminder on Saturday when she needed it the next day February 24, 2013. It needed to be a limited length because it will be on a program. To write a good poem, it takes me 3 or 4 hours. Holy Spirit spoke to me and said, “Why don’t we do it together." I said “sure” excitedly. We finished it in an hour or less. This is the result. Enjoy! We hope you are blessed by it. Title: The White Church She sings in the gallows of the city She sings in the rain She sings She sing’s “I need thee.” Plea, my Chosen unto Heaven She sings She sings, “I will drink your leaven.” Come upon the road and till your ground She sings she sings, “turn around.” Work thy fields and gather thy gin (clean raw cotton) She sings She sings, “low my sin.” Fin She becomes black and sown with hollo...