Message: The Quest 

Atlanta born there was a man
who in his youth had known the wrongs
of racial hate–and thus began
the quest where living love belongs.
Of brotherhood he dared to dream:
so, peaceful action was the way.
Amid sin's torrent truth would stream:
by words and courage, hearts he'd sway.
With truth in triumph, Glory bound:
Our brother gone, our freedom found.

A shadow then was o'er our land
as an entitlement unpaid.
There came a time to take a stand:
true justice must not be delayed.
This man knew well what was at stake:
the righteous whirlwinds of revolt
would make our land's foundations shake–
as Selma was a thunderbolt.
With truth in triumph, Glory bound:
Our brother gone, our freedom found.

There is a spirit of decay
which vies within the human heart.
In early April came a day
when that wrong spirit did impart
an act for which all words do fail.
That early April brought a deed
which for all time did lift the veil
of where a valiant life may lead.
With truth in triumph, Glory bound:
Our brother gone, our freedom found.

Dale Mensing