Pt. 4: Poetry Readings by Sabrina Wallace & Juxtaposition1

Back home again, in Indiana
And it seems that I can sing
The gleaming candlelight, still shining bright
Through the Sycamores, for me
The new mown hay, sends all its fragrance
From the fields, I used to roam
When I dream about the moonlight, on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home

If I Can Dream (Alternate Take 1)
Song by
Elvis Presley
There must be lights burning brighter somewhere
Got to be birds flying higher in a sky more blue
If I can dream of a better land
Where all my brothers walk hand in hand
Tell me why, oh why, oh why can't my dream come true
Oh, why
There must be peace and understanding sometime
Strong winds of promise that will blow away every doubt and fear
If I can dream of a warmer sun
Where hope keeps shining for everyone
Tell me why, oh why, oh why won't that sun appear
We're lost in a cloud with too much rain
We're trapped in a world that's troubled with pain
But as long as a man has the strength to dream
He can redeem his soul and fly
Deep in my heart, there's a trembling question
Still I am sure that the answer's, the answer's gonna come somehow
Out there in the dark, there's a beckoning candle
And while I can think, while I can talk
While I can stand, while I can walk
While I can dream, please let my dream come true
Right now

Through a Glass Darkly,
Perhaps I stabbed our Savior
In His sacred helpless side.
Yet I've called His name in blessing
When in after times I died.

Through the travail of the ages
Midst the pomp and toil of war
Have I fought and strove and perished
Countless times upon this star.

I have sinned and I have suffered
Played the hero and the knave
Fought for belly, shame or country
And for each have found a grave.

So as through a glass and darkly
The age long strife I see
Where I fought in many guises,
Many names — but always me.

So forever in the future
Shall I battle as of yore,
Dying to be born a fighter
But to die again once more.