The White Church (poem) Black History Month

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 hollows own
She sings She sings, “call me home.”
Withered bare feet on hard rocks
Canvases Heavens stocks.
She Sings She sings, “hurry clock.”
Mocking thy wroth, remove thy dross
Come to me, goest now bought!
Black rooted clay so lovely as day
She sings She sings, “don’t go away.”
White branded thou, chosen few.
Eat thy flesh and drink blood, you! (John 6:56).
Dance, White Maiden, sing your due
She sings She sings, “forever true.”
Oh white church, look at you
Behold your stunning heart to
She sings she Sings “we are through.”
Freedom rings, in Fathers ear
So your sound, be silent, no fear
Frolic my dear, in White Church
She sings She sings, “no more hurt.”

Note: The White Church is Gods redeemed household. Just In case you didn't understand.
 White is a color of righteousness. Since we (Gods children) are made legally righteous with God through Christ’s atonement (2 Corinthians 5:21).