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Barely speaks so all can hear:
Things are not as they appear.
Son of Adam, Abraham …
Who does this one say I am?

Has the truth been hid away,
So the One’s not known today?
Well before this last election,
He suggested His complexion.

Does the new king now confirm
That the Savior’s skin was burned?
Virgin born, miraculous
Adam’s Son was slain for us.

An Islamic prophecy,
Eastern leanings we all see,
Not at war with those at war,
Will he close or open doors?

Eyes proceed down racial lines,
Pharaohs black with grand designs.
Pyramid lacks a capstone …
For what prince does Ishtar moan?

What other race would Jesus be?
What’s confirmed for you and me …
If the new king breaks new ground
And his skin is glistening brown?

Who was Jesus, his best friend?
Raise those questions yet again!
Speak so they can barely here:
Things are not as they appear.

Does it help or hinder things
If his words are given wings
So men know what to expect
And men know who to reject?

“We are watching you,” he said.
Look, a cloud climbs overhead.
Cloud of witnesses for me? …
Do they see the things I see?

Have they taken it to heart,
Unlocked puzzles, prophet’s art,
Or is so much not yet clear?
Things are not as they appear.

By what we have recommended
Are there things to be commended?
Does race tell another’s race?
Is this found in just one place?

If the world should know these things
Would you give these few words wings?
Or leave us in isolation
Till the world usurps God’s nation?