Lord, I have labored all I can
It was years from picking cotton and working on the plantation from when
My weeping tears of my many cries
The slave master who pushes me in demand to try
But working in that hot sun with my in fry
I have been beaten with many strikes
It is only by your mercy I continue in might
Lord free me from this tribulation
My outcry prayer being my indication
Continue to have mercy on me Lord
The whip being of the Devil’s strang
Yet my soul creation at God command
Your Heavenly phase giving me strength
My honest prayers to overcome
But with faith I have I have already won
My slavery verse only for awhile
But Lord I know my tomorrow will be an everlasting style.