To my seven sisters on distant shores, I hear your cries.
The wind does not steal them from my ears.
Inside my chest my heart beats in unison with yours.
I send songs of peace, of rest.
Tribal nations of the distant past-I reach my hand to yours.
I am daughter of a far away land, but my back is also sore.
A day is coming, our One God is sending back to us a King.
He is coming from the heavens: New government he brings.
No longer chained to islands of grass, surrounded by hills of bounty,
We will soon see ancient ones arise on this new mountain.
Peace until the moon is no more, enough for all in every store.
No more hunger, no more want. No more jeering mouths to taunt.
No more race, no more rape. No more twisted lies or hate.
Healing love this King brings; a gift from his great Father!
Oh dear sisters, Dance and Rejoice! Put on your finest feathers!
Our God is a Jealous God, we will worship no other.
No more fear, we can sleep outside. In goodness our feet will stride.
Children will be raised by Mothers. Also by Fathers, sisters, brothers!
Jehovah God will have his day when all that was taken is repaid.
His promised Son will slay the beast-join me at this glorious feast!
Lies will no more be told, nor mankind ruining this earth.
Never again bought or sold; we will share our homes, hearts and hearth.
Reach out far my sisters, far over mountain, over valley.
Call out to those in darkness to come close now. Quell your fears.
The battle is yet to commence, but it is already won.
This is the Sovereign’s Battle. Praise Jah you people!