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