Sister Destee The Harriet Tubman Of This Day I Salute My warrior sister I sit before the Calvary, the message that comes through me Is a message to you. Your torch has shined upon this temple. Your love that touch many hearts that our younger brothers and sisters, will deliver God is love. Harriet Tubman has not died the spirit Lives within you. The armor of the pen our precious God. The Author of wisdom, the love of understanding, the knowledge to reach the soul of loving hearts. Within the realms of God’s house my sister the minister of God. Gentle as the heart that loves God. Destee’s love to the world. Loving the spirit of man. Gentle spirit shall lead. For the gentleness of love a heart shall be touched. The labor of the spoken, words shall be the deliverance, that man shall embrace the words of love. Humble the emotions of a scholar, the treasures of wisdom, knowledge, understanding, silence in time of harm, Messages from the almighty. Beauty as the world I declare. The mist of the morning air as the birds sings. The songs of the world which gives a breath of fresh air. Sister warrior let your wisdom be passed. The wisdom to continue to carry the torch. The wisdom to educate and the wisdom to be strong. The clouds that set upon the heavens. The Doves that fly above your head as I reach, out to the heavens and earth. You will bring the angels across. Through the darkness of the night. The children of the light shall be the rights of passage in the ebony light. The milk from my fathers garden will now be planted upon earth. You have come to strengthen, the angels of our Gods house. Oh thy glory ages and past, thy drums of Africa sings the songs from thy soul. Blessed be your hopes and dreams In battles that we fight, Triumphant ever make us be in war. I pledge that the thousand voices of psalms be the eyes that man shall hear, the strength that he may lead, the shoulder when stress brings him pain, the strength that he shall not fall under. The drums that speaks through the telescope of the past. My warrior sister continue to carry the torch. Sisters of the Tubman your wisdom Shall be the passage for our babies To cross I salute.