It was that refreshing drink
It was my time to think
That moment alive
I stand and abide
Being a Slave seeing the moving waves illustrate my past life
It was regardless of being a Slave, I have family that create the unity
It was those heritage roots forming a community
Togetherness being hand in hand
Singing spiritual blessings until
I remember praying morning, noon and night that Slavery would once be abolished
My cries in desperation in needing a resolution
I moan for family gone and seek out my families alive
Yet those waters offered a cleansing
Revitalizing and connecting to Heaven itself in commitment
Oh the spiritual rejoice in fellowship with my family ancestors
Waters cooling off while I was hot
Heaven took hold
My testimony, “Have pity on my Soul”
I remained a Slave no more
Uncertainty became possibilities to explore
My new life was reunited with family once more
The waters showed in the vision, and reason to not ignore
Opportunity had truly risen
Advancement was a given chance
So family instilled that unity
The waters were the added purity
The chain was strong in the family bond
Yet I thought to always look upon
It wasn’t a dream, and it wasn’t a yond
It was the flowing waters showing reality in what families should be
It all surrounded me
Flowing waters were the absolute ingredients in family threshold
It’s more than a drip at a time, but a thirst for all family time.