For my children.
For we are kings
And walk the land
With our long handled spades.
We are kings
And look at the day
With our eyes open.
For we are kings
And look to others
As they are the same.
We look at the day
With open eyes
And our heads held high.
We see all things
And walk the land
With our long handled spades.
And when people try
to demean us
And speak ill of us
We know the words of the psalm
We know the words of the king
Who spoke to his God in despair.
“Blessed is he that considereth the poor
And he shall be blessed upon this earth.
And thou will not deliver him unto his enemies.
The Lord will preserve him alive,
And he shall be blessed upon the earth.
And thou will not deliver him unto the will of his enemies.”
Psalm 41.
