I Sing

by AqueenPassing

I sing

I sing with my praises
to my lord.laden I sing,

When soldiers take
flight to the sky the
middle east calling their
name, I sing

I sung when my children
were sick, the cabinets
were bare, no check in the
mail my songs were of hope

When times are hard
and my heart is heavy

I sing when the old sweet
chariot never seems to come
and my mother’s tears I can 
still remember, as they have
become my own.

I sing because of my joy, I sing
when my pain is hard to carry
and the weight of the world 
is heavy

I heard the stories as a child 
of my ancestors singing in the
cotton fields, the whipping post
and when the massa sold them
away, they sung.

They sung, I sing, You sing, the songs 
that our heart only knows songs
of praise, songs the father can hear
songs that sends an angel to make
our path clear

I Still Sing…

I Sing by AqueenPassing

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