He was that man…
that poor soul suffering
daily muttering…spiritual pleas
Seeking only small blessings
…how he begged God…
asking: Who our Moses be?
Have mercy on our tired, worn soul
Please, don’t let massa, bring us low?
He was that man…
stripped of humanity; into slavery thrust
he toiled the fields, dawn to dusk
beast of burden…treated as thus
though he stood
though he walked
though he spoke
loved, knew compassion
knew fear
joy, pain…
his intelligence;
a man…
He knew great patience
…that poor soul suffering
daily muttering…singing spiritual pleas
He was that man…
faced the evil of his time
understood the reason, the rhyme
Knew the stench of vapid hate
knew he had to suffer his fate
freedom would come…
God is never late
an eternity in Glory
…he continued to wait
He was that man…
with his strong back and sharp mind
his secret strength…bided his time
suffered every inhumane and vile act
against his creed in history’s tracts
really no need to look back…
The glory of the Lord is coming
…that man stands strong
As the descendant of African Kings
As the descendant of African Queens
that man…stands strong…knowing
glorious and everlasting peace is coming
when God’s Angels, come calling
He knew then…he knows now
and he worries not…his name is in the book
…he has a place to rest*
Jon` B. Crenshaw
We Know Him
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