Beulah

See her shine, stand back, behold her glory

Sharp lawns and crisp paint

Oroville's Southside has come alive

Clean, happy children play loudly

Smiling Mommas peer out clean of windows

Strong youths stride with dignity

Grandmas bask in safety

Once cluttered yards sparkle with order and beauty

Brilliant flower gardens dress the street

Holy music drifts out through screen doors

Southside has come into her own

Men, young and old, home from prison

Working, leading, protecting

Lawnmowers hum and birds sing joyously

Neighbors share tools and 'borrow sugar'

They carpool and break bread

Barbecue wafts on the breeze

The rich man on the hill has 'less' now

He opened his heart to his neighbor's need

The old homes are restored, now immaculate

Lots once empty and trashed

Are built up and beautiful

Flawless, quality homes adorn them now

Come to Southside

Come see the hand of the Father

Look at his love for his dear ones

See his plan of old unfold

Curses broken, land healed, blessings opened

Thank you, Father, for your restoration

Sons from afar, daughters on the arm

The wealth of the nations

Stolen gold is back from China

In double portion

Freedom for the oppressed

Thank you, Father, thank you

For truly you have done it:

The foolish things of the world

Confounding the wise

Oroville is Sought After

A City No Longer Deserted

Stephen Pursell, 1/28/04