"Lift Every Voice and Sing" is a song that you may not be as familiar with and deeply moved by as I am. That's understandable considering the song's roots, but when I consider the lyrics and look at the state of our world today I find them so fitting. I think it would be good if everyone knew this song and kept it close within their hearts.

Recently, there has been a lot of controversy surrounding the United States' national anthem. Considering my country's history I was thinking maybe this would be a better theme song. Unfortunately, I do understand the horrors that offering this song instead would bring, so, you know, it's really a better choice for the national anthem of the world, if we made one. 😉

Written as a poem by James Weldon Johnson in 1899 and set to music by his brother John Rosamond Johnson in 1905, "Lift Every Voice and Sing" is considered to be the Black Americans national anthem. One doesn't have to be a Black American or even a believer in Divine God to appreciate the spirit of this song.

With that being said, I invite you to sing it along with me.

Lift every voice and sing
Till earth and Heaven ring
Ring with the harmonies of liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise,
High as the list'ning skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Sing a song full of the faith that the
Dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope
that the present has brought us.
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun;
Let us march on till victory is won.

Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the
Chast'ning rod,
Felt in the day that hope
Unborn had died;
Yet with a steady
Have not our weary feet,
Come to the
Place on which our fathers sighed?
We have
Come over a way that with tears has been
We have come, treading our path
Through the blood of the slaughtered,
Out from
The gloomy past, till now we stand at
Where the white gleam of our star is

God of our weary years,
God of
Our silent tears,
Thou who has brought us thus
Far on the way;
Thou who has by thy
Led us into the light,
Keep us
Forever in the path, we pray
Lest our feet
Stray from the places, our God, where we met
Least our hearts, drunk with the wine of
The world, we forget thee,
Shadowed beneath the
May we forever stand,
True to our
True to our native land