SLAVE BY AND BY SONG

My days grow short My eyes grow weak Been a slave most of my life The thought of Freedom My knowledge in wisdom Blisters on my feet when I try the plantation retreat Beaten and clothes always torn Forced into intimacy woes Working the plantation fields under the hot sun It’s a wonder I am still living among Lord, look down and guide me Heaven is wise Plantation owners don’t want me to pray This is every day I chant silently in praying words My voice to you Lord needs to be heard Praying out with a hopeful thought How long and when will I be free? Every day Death runs through my mind Beat me until I no longer can be beaten My soul will live forever I could be buried in unknown graves I want to see everlasting light Being a slave seeing no more plight Freedom Freedom Freedom for all time Being like a Tomorrow’s sunrise A slave no more A New life to explore The horizon in the distance Closer I want Freedom, I want to see Given praise too Thee Yet, I will continue to pray One day I shall be free