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I Saw Him Standing There - By Mary Jo Hoose
A Part of "In The Land Of Love And Dreams."
“I Saw Him Standing There.”
Mary Jo Hoose.
I saw him standing in the cotton fields so ivory white.
His hands bleeding,face haggard and worn, what a sight.
Sweat rolling down his wrinkled,weathered skin.
Eyes so empty,no luster or sparkle from within.
He walked with an obvious limp from his wooden leg.
An old timer from way back to proud to ever beg.
He worked from sun up until sundown on the cotton farm.
He had a simple goodness about him, a certain gentle charm.
A train wreck took his leg and maimed him for life.
Took most of his children and his loving wife.
Blind in one eye, life dealt him many hard blows.
But still he goes on, perseverance he shows.
He sits wringing his hands whilst on his neck a cold chill.
As he looks out the window at the little crosses on the hill.
He feels so all alone as he looks up to the stars.
Heart broken from all the misery and all life's scars.
He feels so tired, and his body needs rest, worn out from life.
He lies down on his cot, closed his eyes from all his strife.
The next day came and no one missed him or were shaken.
When they found the poor soul whose life the reaper had taken.
Bible in hand, they said he died with a smile upon his face.
For now he's finally at peace in a much better place.
He gave up the ghost, he lost his will.
Now he rests high upon the little hill.