Faith and Hope

A tribute to slavery: Sweat dripping to my weary and feeble knees! Please master! Please! Don't make me pick cotton in the summers heat! Please! No get back to work you jerk ! I'm the master! Your the slave! Behave! No! Please master! Please! No! I said no! Go! let some more sweat drip to your knees! Then I'll be pleased! Off I goes to the secret gathering under the shade of the trees--Kneeling,Praying with dirt,twigs and dead leaves under my knees.We sing songs of hope and faith. OH the whip has scared my flesh. OH the whip has scared my soul. OH lord hear my cry else I'll die young and not old,take control At last guide my soul,at last guide my cold to your warm kingdom,to your warm hold to your glorious kingdom, burden free free free OH at last guide me, to your kingdom of heavenly--- We all singed the song, young and old,an attempt to uplift our weary and dreary in times of scary. Tho freedom seemed far tho hell seemed near me, Prayer in the beautiful black night evoked healing angels near me. A slaves cry attracted the angels eye NOW I AM FREE!!!