Fieldhands
Field-hands
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long ways from home
Oh, Mary, don’t you weep
Don’t you mourn
Walk that lonesome valley
Keep on pray’n
Leave behind all my troubles
I’ll be resting from my labor
When I lay my burdens down
Talk about a child that do love Jesus
Here is one
Talk about a child that’s seeking for the Kingdom
Here is one
Keep on plowin’ ; don’t you tire !
Ev’ry round goes higher and higher
Keep yo’ hands on to the plow and hold on
If you wanna get to heaven , I will tell you how
Just keep yo’ hand on the gospel plow and hold on
Ain’t nobody go’n turn me ‘round
Soon I will be done
Hold on to his hand, God’s unchanging hand
He will not leave you whatsoever years may bring
Oh, freedom, Oh, freedom,
Oh freedom over me.
And before I'd be a slave
I'd be buried in my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free.
Marckincia Jean
04/10/20
Free verse
Old ***** Spirituals
That stir my soul
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