New Mount Rose: Filling Bowls, Blessing Souls

Beneath the Texas sky so wide,

In Fort Worth’s heart where hope abides,

A mission blooms, both kind and bold,

New Mount Rose, a story told.

When shadows fell in twenty’s year,

And fear took root, both far and near,

A light was born, a flame arose—

The work of hands at New Mount Rose.

With every bowl they sought to fill,

A testament to love and will,

Not just with food, but grace and care,

A tender touch, a heartfelt prayer.

Volunteers from all walks came,

Not seeking glory, wealth, or fame,

But joined as one, a mighty throng,

Their labor woven into song.

Through storms of winter, heat of June,

They served beneath the sun and moon,

With blankets warm and meals bestowed,

They carried faith’s unyielding load.

For every elder, child, and friend,

They vowed their work would never end,

Each act a seed, each seed a dream,

To heal a world torn at the seam.

Five years have passed since they began,

Yet still they serve with heart and hand,

A beacon bright, a love that grows,

Filling bowls, and blessing souls.

So let us join this sacred cause,

And answer mercy’s gentle laws,

Together strong, through highs and lows,

We’ll lift the world with New Mount Rose.

Black Texans, Inc.