I Hear the Morning Drums God's Love I'M Jesus Child

The change of clothes I wear; The spirit of the Lord is there; No fear He's here. . . I can't eat the feet of the muskrat; Yet I must brush my teeth at night; No fear He's there... He's here... and in my ear, I hear the beat and in my ears, I hear the beat; My feet move as the ground shakes I feel the beat, I hear the beat... I hear the morning drums I hear the morning drums And under my sheets this I mustn't seek And I shall not repeat I hear the morning drums I hear the morning drums And in the message in the rhythm I hear God's love I'm Jesus child Wrappers of Baluka Bubble gum I'm His now, I'm God's child Satan you're a liar, you're not my father And this because of God's love From up, up above And I relinquish all my sins I've done I hear the morning drums I hear the morning drums And under my sheets this I mustn't seek And I shall not repeat I hear the morning drums I hear the morning drums And in the message in the rhythm I hear God's love I'm Jesus child Paint the farm and wash the fence Rewash that pillow it's covered with lint and sentiments I can't climb the mountain for the leaves left on the trees I been bound now I am free And I reach out to the people who don't care and they ignore me As I suffocate fror the lack of space and air No, longer working for Satan He's not no longer my father not my dad God is the only one whom I've have The one and only true friend and I worship Him And in my ear, I hear the morning drums, the morning drums, the drums And in my ear, I hear the morning drums, the morning drums, the drums And in my ear, I hear the morning drums, the morning drums, the drums And in the sound of it, it's telling me I am Jesus child God loves me and I'm Jesus child 04/17/09 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.