How does she ride, how does she fling, oh great my vessel swing;
The ship ashore, forever more, her cargo does she bring.
And of the mates, the faithful plates of armor in their hands;
Deboard the vessel in mighty throngs, to canvass all the land.
What’s this you say, a fateful day foretold has now arrived?
Oh yes, my friend, see it begin, with torrent and with pride.
See now, see now, tumult begins; Fear not oh suffered land;
For at this time, the prophets sign, reveals God's mighty hand.
- Christopher Lynn Carter, June, 2021