Coming Of The Glory

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
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The valley we walk

Harbors a shadow with claws

We must ensure

We walk our talk

If we must be assured

Of reaching the mountain top.

The sight of the valley

Makes us long for the plains

And the evidence of things not seen

Makes us confront the mountains,

Every rapid

Has its shallow

As every valley

Has its shadow.

The shadow may keep it claws

But we will walk on and not bulk.

Love is the light of the world

And the light shines in the darkness

And the Shadow of darkness

Cannot comprehend or overcome

The light issuing from love.

Surround your souls with compassion

Conveyed on the wings of passion,

Fuel your talk with impassion.

We will rise from our valleys

Over the plains

Above all malice,

And from the towering mountains,

Pure and unalloyed faith

In humanity will tumbledown

And give indifference a runaround.

Every valley shall be filled

And every mountain unearthed

And all eyes shall together perceive

The coming of the glory on Earth.

Akpan