Born in the days of slavery…
Every day given to another in toil,
No desires, no dreams, no time, no hope…
Just aches and pains from days working the soil.
 
Miraculously, times gave way to change….
And justice gave birth to the Bell,
T’was no ordinary Bell, for its inscription…
Came from the Bible, liberty was the open cell.
 
The Old State Bell, still lives in Philadelphia…
The intention was never to sit idle,
Rather, its distinction was meant to ring truth…
To new found hope and liberty it would bridle.
 
Over one hundred years later, the Bell…
Known throughout our Nation, changed its name,
Still harnessing hope and new meaning to freedom….
“The Liberty Bell,” continued to grow in fame.
 
Even though, in the early Eighteenth Century…
The Liberty Bell cracked and mostly sits still,
It is sometimes struck, sound equipment enhance…
The sound for its purpose and glory of God's Will.
 
Miniatures of this Bell are sold for its meaning…
Now across the land, the sweet scent of humanity,
Missions for God of people helping people,
The wonderful truth of all being equal…all set free.
 
©Cherylann Kohlman
July 27, 2008
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