The Jury

Though they filed in one by one and marching to the music The decree was silence yet those devils kept marching The Day of Judgement has been coming for a long time Praying for solace , and waiting for the rain Refreshing rain to wash the parade of inequity but the marching The rain doesn’t condemn ,it renews and refreshes and remembers Remembers the past and nurtures the future and the tide Don’t forget the tide , it brings one in and takes it back Those rubberneckers keep me alert for the Sun They get inside of me waiting for me to make just one mistake But the sun waits for me as well as does the rain but the marchers They plod on and on but God found me free and gave me ablution Let the bells toll, the children sing and the sun shine on all of me If the thought doesn’t fit you must acquit For All who suffer Depression