Don'T Let My History Dye
Don’t Let My History Die
Don’t let my history die
Dear children of tomorrow;
The accomplishments of our peoples’ past
Their heartaches and their sorrows.
Don’t let my history die
The stories of picking cotton with bare hands;
Through the extreme heat and many rainy days
They spent traveling through this land.
Don’t let my history die
The story of how far we as a people have come;
Praying all through those days of slavery
Asking more strength from our God’s Son.
Don’t let my history die
Thinking only of today;
For we never know what tomorrow will bring
Therefore we should always pray.
Don’t let my history die
Thinking thyself wiser than our God
For our people of the hard days past
Paved a better way for you to trod.
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