Let's All Shout

Religion has carried us far through the years- Picked cotten for the white man - shed many tears. Kept them happy nothing else to live for- They gave the master their best - he wanted more. Worked all day, we did, from dust until dawn- Tho' blistery hands - master shout "Boy work On! You aint tired boy!- you think your works done?" Look up boy! Don't you still see the sun!?" As I looked up I heard my father calling me- Said "The storm cloud will pass my child, you'll see. Beat in our heads- we didn't have any doubt- Sealed our praise with a with a Victory Shout! I see the mother waiting for her child to come home- Singing, "Precious Lord, please lead me on" Just look at the child - tears fill his eyes- Tries to find love-wants no compromise. Look at the father who can't make ends meet- Leaving his burdens all at Jesus' feet. Jesus, way maker- nothing else for him to do- Shouts! Because Jesus will bring him through.