Slave Song

There is an outhouse in the house
One there for me
One here for you
For I am black and you are white
God loves all his children, don't you know?
\There's an old bus carrying folks like goods
The back for me
The front for you
The weak is wrong and the strong is right
God loves all his children, don't you know?
\There's a colored church; there's a white
Free in bondage
Burdened and free
One cross for me, one cross for you
God loves all his children, don't you know?
\There's a heaven yonder, and so bright
I got passage
And you will see
The same heaven for me, same heaven for you
God love's all his children, don't you know?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Susan Avatar
June 27, 2012 at 7:03 PM
True God loves his children, but we don't always love each other like we should. I like how you described this :)
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