“Salem”
She stands quietly, silently, solemly,
She stands unmoved, undaunted, not wavering.
She is standing the test of time.
Winds blow and storm rise, but
Solemnly she stands.
When all around the night grows Dark.
She stands shining as a beacon;
Bidding come to the light.
When men would revile and curse
And destroy her people
She quietly say “I am love”
And yes, she is a haven of joy,
A home of jubilee, a demander
Of respect, and a place of rest.
She is a mighty fortress, a bulwark
A strong hold.
She is the church of a living God.
She is a place called SALEM.
(Gregory Bailey)