Brother (For James Noble, First Aboriginal Clergyman)

The day will come when all our wrongs
Are shown for what they truly are
And all our motives, all our deeds
Will shine or rot before the Son;

The day will come when all our tracks
We covered up and all we burned
Will be revealed and we will stand
In all our nakedness and shame.

And on that day our brothers and
The ones we wronged and flung aside
Will know the justice once denied,
Vindicated by the truth.

And then the truly noble ones
Will be the ones who heard the truth
And did not quake before its power,
But hit the road and spread it wide,

Who, hearing they were reconciled
To their creator, made it known
To brothers and to enemies
That all might hear it and be saved.

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