Geraldine M. Campbell [?]; Chicago Defender, July 21, 1917

To the God of all the heaven, to the God of just and right,
To the God of strength and power, to the God of wield and might,
To the God of ever nation, every country, every creed,
To the God that keeps a record of every act, and every deed,
   Dost Thou hear our cries and groanings,
   Dost Thou know our pains and moanings?
       How much longer must we wait?

To the God of strength and power, to the God of wield and might,
Don't our piercing cries disturb you, in the quiet of the night,
Don't the flames that eat our homes up, flicker at Thy very feet.
Don't the fumes of burning bodies reach Thee, in That Mercy Seat,
   Don't our blood that runs like water over all the soil
   Make Thy righteous indignation like a fresh volcano boil?
      How much longer shall we wait?

To the God of every nation, every country, every creed,
Thou hast taught us wrong will vanish, as the right will surely lead.
We are suffering, we are haunted, we can not find a home;
Among a hating people we are forced to run and roam.
   Won't you, in your tender mercy, lend us your protecting arm,
   Won't you send some love from heaven, to protect us from all harm?
      Or, must we longer wait?

To the God who keeps a record of every act and every deed,
Just the milk of kindness is what men's hearts most need.
We will Pray on in the night time, in the morn, and noon-day sun.
We will try to keep up courage, till Thy holy will be done.
   But 'tis hard to bear a burden, that we know is most unjust,
   We are dark and therefor hated, but still in Thee we trust.
      But--how much longer must we wait?

[This poem appears in two categories: "God and Christ" and "Lynching and 'Legal Lynching'"]