Slaves North Shall Head
Was at St. James Episcopal today listening to choir who my wife is a member of. I sit on front row. Keep lamps trimmed and burning is what song was about.
Slaves North Shall Head
Towards North the slaves, they have to head,
Where each of their mouths will finally be fed;
In South starve;
Way North carve;
Hope someone puts them up in barn or shed.
Predicament of slaves seems so similar to
birth of Jesus.
Jim Horn
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2018
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