Sweet Cane
Thou hast brought Me no sweet cane ...
thou hast wearied Me with thine iniquities
Isa. 43:24
Bitter is the sweet cane
We offered our God none,
thus came upon us this awful suffering
We withheld the fat of our sacrifices,
kept to ourselves the blessings God gave us
Refused to give the Lord of the earth His due,
but gave it to our false idols instead
When we saw those in need,
we shared not our corn, wine and bread
What we didn't eat, we didn't give away free:
we cast away the food, and spilled the wine
Gathered all of the grapes on our vine,
didn't let the hungry soul glean,
no, we greedily kept everything
Greedy dogs with swine hearts,
caused God to cast us from His holy land ...
we've been vagabonds ever since
Bought and sold from kingdom to kingdom,
cursed and drove from nation to nation
Bitter is the sweet cane
We offered our God none,
thus came upon us this terrible suffering
We cried to the heavens;
but why should God hear our prayers,
we gave Him no gifts, none of our oblations
Oh woe are we indeed,
heavy is our misery
We offered God none of our sweet cane,
the sweet savor that was required on every sacrifice,
in order for Him to accept our offerings and prayers
Bitter is the sweet cane,
a most bitter rum of our own making
It is the crop we first sowed,
long ago foretold in the prophecy
It is the crop we first reaped,
with hard labor in our New World slavery
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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