Here

This ground that drank blood of hate and fear,
Vanquished, torn, divided at our hands,
Massacre-soaked and riot-quaked: here.
Here, we dance.

Weary ages, speckled red from war,
Brought at last to rest, but not by sword.
Beyond some fragile truce: real peace, secured
On a Cross. By a Man.
The. Man.​

So, we dance: because we cannot fly! ¹
Red and yellow, black and white,
We are dancing in His sight. ²
We dance.​

This bloodstained, sacred, common ground
Revels in our dancing wake.
The grace-cast shadow of the Cross,
The living glory of the Lamb,
Cascading justice on this land.
Forgiveness-soaked and mercy-quaked:
Here, we dance.​

Notes

1. A quote, and subsequent book title, from the founder of Betel International.
2. Adapted from "Jesus Loves the Little Children" by Clare Herbert Woolston​