The Day the Man Cried

In the middle of the night Awaken by a crackling sound Parents jump hit the ground Get out, get out shouted with might Children scattered every way Eight boys, three girls were saved that day The parents with their two brothers Hoovered close to the others The oldest son grabbed a table With kerosene lamp, as he ran Down the steps with a bounce Followed by all the kids God had mercy yes he did Soon the word got spread To all the neighboring folks in towns Love unbounding poured around Wagons loaded with what people Could spare, everyone giving a share Slowly came into view, showing mercy Not just a few That was the day my daddy said His dad broke down And his heart bleed He was touched by God's love That was spread abroad In God's people one and all (This on insident that my father told of his childhood. He said that it was the only time that he saw his father cry. His father was a very stern man and he had to be somewhat to be able to make it because he lived by renting a farm from someone and farming to make money to pay the rent. It was just another form of sharecropping. He had to be tough to make it.)