When he came down from the mountain,
he wasn't worried anymore; his joy was not withheld.
He knew the struggle would take them home.
Not again to ride in the rear of these buses home.
Without him, they would cross the mountain,
prejudice, abuse, mistrust, and murder, finally withheld.
In the promised land, grace will not be withheld;
together, we will find our freedom's home.
We will know his courage, when we cross the mountain.
He saw it all from the mountain; the promise not withheld, and the bullet that would take him home.
Martin Luther King was assassinated at 6:01 April 4th, 1968