The Day the Man Cried
In the middle of the night
Awaken by a crackling sound
Parents jump hit the ground
Get out, get out shouted with might
Children scattered every way
Eight boys, three girls were saved that day
The parents with their two brothers
Hoovered close to the others
The oldest son grabbed a table
With kerosene lamp, as he ran
Down the steps with a bounce
Followed by all the kids
God had mercy yes he did
Soon the word got spread
To all the neighboring folks in towns
Love unbounding poured around
Wagons loaded with what people
Could spare, everyone giving a share
Slowly came into view, showing mercy
Not just a few
That was the day my daddy said
His dad broke down
And his heart bleed
He was touched by God's love
That was spread abroad
In God's people one and all
(This on insident that my father told of his childhood. He said that it was the only time that
he saw his father cry. His father was a very stern man and he had to be somewhat to be
able to make it because he lived by renting a farm from someone and farming to make
money to pay the rent. It was just another form of sharecropping. He had to be tough to
make it.)
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