Dark is the night of slavery But warm is the bed of peace For justice is sure to follow In the land of golden streets Oh victory sure is coming For those with bended knees Fire and ash for the wicked Blown like chaff in the breeze I have the flag of my savior And I hold his holy word Oh his seal of judgement I carry My place at his right hand assured So toil on, darkened brothers May honor be given in time Reward for the humble and broken Master, look on and be kind I'm in the borders of the refugee I'm in chains with those in slavery But I'm not caged in your theology You cannot rob my grace from me For you have waged wars in my name And crippled my children with shame Divided with fire and flame But hallelujah The son of man, rises again I'm in the borders of the refugee I'm in chains with those in slavery But I'm not caged in your theology You cannot rob my grace from me You cannot rob my grace from me You can't take away my family