Some are ordained to be our eyes
Others are sent forth as ears for us
Many are our hand to touch and feel
Still some are called to be our mouths.
Yes, mouths to speak out loud and clear
For the dumb and for the down-trodden
To raise an awareness, to sound the alarm
That we be able to mend our ways.
Not that they are perfect in themselves
Not because they got it all together and right
God has given them a mandate to speak
And who can shut them up and be at peace?
John the Baptist spoke out, John Wycliffe did too
Jesus spoke ever so clear, against the wrong and the wicked way
John Huss spoke and died at the stakes
John Calvin wrote, Luther spoke and was ran out of the church.
They paid the price, they got the prize
They gave me freedom to worship my God
Many were shocked, many resisted
But today we eat the good fruit they labored for.
So dear, dear brother; sweet, sweet sister
Tell me I didn’t say it well; I’ll mend and I’ll correct
Don’t tell me to shut up and pack out for good
For the fire within is too hot to be quenched.
I will speak out
I will say it
If I die, let me die
If I perish, I perish.