I Cried Out

I cried out to my Ancestors that they would help me on my journey.
That they would plead my case to the Creator that I had proven I would not give up.

I cried out to my Ancestors that I had shown my heart was true.
That even if it cost my life I would find a way to move their promise forward and not give up.

Then I heard a voice that came from my lips; a voice I knew, but had never heard.
I heard the voice that came from my lips and I knew it was the true voice of my heart....it was so easy....it was true.....the voice of my Ancestors. Hey-Ya!

I cried out to the Creator I will do Your will!
But I need Your help to carry on.
I am tired, and my heart is broken.

I cried out to the Creator I am sad, and my heart is heavy from the waiting!
But I will never give up....I will go forward, and I am grateful for this calling.
And I heard a voice that came from my lips as I thought about my blessings.
And these were the words that came from my heart....

O Great Spirit, my answer is yes, yes, yes!
....it was so easy....it was so true....
....the voice of my Ancestors. Hey-Ya!

Then I asked the Creator for three things that would help me on my journey.
I asked for a pure and open heart...to remember the child in all His stories.
I asked for a strong and true heart that can endure the coming trials.
And I asked the Creator for a wise heart that can choose His righteous paths.

Then I heard a voice just over my left shoulder....it was Sparrow talking right to me.
And then I heard a voice come from my lips and we spoke like we were brothers.
....and it was so easy...it was so true....
....the voice of my Ancestors.
Hey-ya-yey-hey. Wa-ya U-nega

By Roger L. Reeder - Cherokee-Choctaw descent