We're All Mojados

A few years ago, I sent you a poem I wrote, called "Mojados in the Promised Land".  It's based on the beautiful vision in the book of Revelation of an international, multi-ethnic, heavenly city coming down to earth.  Since then, my singer/songwriter friend, Lisa Atkinson, has turned the poem into a beautiful Mexican-style waltz on her latest CD, "Connie's Songbird".  (You can get a copy by ordering from www.atkinsonkincheloe.com.)  Below are the lyrics to the song - my poem was revised by Lisa, with music by her and her equally gifted singer/songwriter husband, George Kincheloe.   The poem and the musical notation will also appear in my upcoming book, BIRDLIKE AND BARNLESS: Meditations, Prayers, Poems, and Songs for Progressive Christians (St. Johann Press).

Mojados In the Promised Land
(Revelation 21-22)
Tune by Lisa Atkinson and George Kincheloe
Words by Jim Burklo and Lisa Atkinson

We are all mojados in the promised land
We�ll cross that bright river today
All our backs will be wet when we finally stand
At the throne of God someday

Nobody's thirsty in the promised land
Coyote can't steal your soul
Buzzards don't glide over desert sands
There is no border patrol

There are no migra at the pearly gates
No fake ID's to buy
They don't take your money and leave you to fate
You can't get caught in a lie

You won't get deported from the promised land
You cross over there, you are home
It�s our place to build and our place to stand
Heaven to earth, kingdom come