Black Woman Cries A Message To God by Jacqueline Amos

The Lord is my guidance I shall not fear, He anointed me with love, I walk with the torch, of God's light Oh God, I come to you, On bending knees, I carry the scars on my back, and the blood, in the palms of my hand. I sing of rebirth, I know where my voice belongs, My eyes are full of blood, and my children no longer believe. I mopped the halls, and scrub the stalls. And took care masters babies, neglecting my own. Oh Lord, Oh Lord, Nobody knows, the trouble I have seen, Somebody help me please, I wear the blood in the palms of my hands, Lord you know, Oh God, you know, the trouble, I have seen. I am the creation of your love. He leads me to the waters To clean my wounds, Nobody knows the trouble I have seen. Only You my God, Thank you for bringing me across. I sing no victim song, I cry rebirth, my arms are getting short. My hair is woolly and my back is strong. I carried the chains much to long. Yea though I walk, Through the battle of no return, I fear not man, but the spirits, which he displays. God is the ruler of all and not man. I wear the crown of Your love. They hanged my sons, From the trees, My man no longer cries for me. I his wife who wear his legacy. Yea tho' I walk through the shadows of death My Lord my lifeline makes me walk by myself. I come to you Lord on bending knees Break the chains of my family curse.

© 2002 Jacqueline Amos

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