LEGACY —Pierce Pettis

It is a legacy, it was handed down to me
Of a poor dirt farmer, and a skinny mule
He parts the red clay like it was the red sea
It is a legacy to both me and you
You are a black man
I am a white man
We both come from the Southland
Both doing the best we can
Where the grim reaper was my brother’s keeper
The way my brother was kept
Small wonder Jesus wept

It is a legacy passed down to you and me
What we’re taught to believe
We never question these things
It is a legacy, a wild and a bitter seed
Blown across these fertile fields
Where the roots run deep

We both got calloused hands
Blue-collar working men down here in Bubbaland
What’s in a name
Both living rent to rent, some on the government
We are quite different –we are the same

It is a legacy passed down to you and me
What we learn to believe
We never question these things
It is a legacy, a wild and a bitter seed
Blown across these fertile fields
Where the roots run deep

Sundays we congregate
Praise Jesus, pass the plate
Sitting in our Sunday best
Singing hymns and mopping sweat
We learned the golden rule in separate Sunday schools
In a house long divided against itself

And it is a legacy passed down to you and me
What we choose to believe
We dare not question these things
It is a legacy, it’s a wild and a bitter seed
Scattered on these fertile fields
Where the roots run deep

 

—-all of my family has had significant disconnections from their relatives… mother, father and their families… I wonder if we don’t pass down a legacy just like we pass down hatred and ignorance. 

A friend of mine posted a good set of questions… Melody has challenged me to wonder what kind of legacy that I am leaving.  While this song isn’t about my recent post, it is a reminder that family is important to choose.  And in the kingdom of God, family is who He defines, not us… 

Selah

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