The Way AheadA Poem by BrentMo graveled road way, way ahead
Look ova to my left, a rock to lay my head Ova yonder a cow bell rattles Bloody footsteps in my wake hope they don’t tattle I curse those barking that knows my ways Look back to the rock sayin sorry caint stay Listen! Can hear the sweet sound of water Think of the Bible where He leads me; yes my Father He says go, go, go for there angels await So I run, run, run not knowin my fate Close to the river there two white boys be Lookin up among the trees quickly they see me They wavin in earnest I dare not reply But me stopping surely I will die So with God in my heart and flight in feet Those two white boys I go to meet Say boy, they hot on yo trail Got git in the water the dogs can’t smell I tell them I caint swim worth a lick You aint got no choice, life or death you pick So with a hop in the waves I continue my dash Down the river of woe the currents do splash Struggling wif all my strength Too much water to drink Settlin on this, my last moment spent A little prayer of grace my sins I repent As soon as I let go and let God My hand grabs hold to a rod With all my strength way long gone I'm pulled up on a beach and can hear a song I wake up with a smell and sizzling in a pan A gaze of grace to see Harriet Tubman © 2008 Brent |
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Added on April 24, 2008 |