Classic Poem

Bendin' knees aachin', Body racked wid pain,
I wish I was a child of God,
I'd git home bimeby Keep prayin,'
I do believe We're a long time waggin' o' de crossin';
Keep prayin', I do believe We'll git home to heaven bime-bye.

O yonder's my ole mudder, Been a waggin' at de hill so long;
It's about time she cross over, Git home bime-by.
Keep prayin', I do believe, etc.

O hear dat lumberin' thunder Aroll from do' to do',
A-callin' de people home to God; Dey'll git home bime-by.
Little chil'n, I do believe, etc.

O see dat forked lightnin' Ajump from cloud to cloud,
Apickin' up God's chil'n; Dey'll git home bime-by.
Pray mourner, I do believe, etc.

O, yonder's my ole mother, Been a-waggin' at de hill so long;
I really do believe she's a child of God,
She'll githome to heav'n bime-bye.