Warming a frozen corpse like me
Her voice sweet as the song of freedom
To a tribe of joyous former slaves
Her eyes spoke of a future bright
Though forever dark I might be
Her heart beat louder than kettle drums
Announcing that Jesus Saves
Come now, come now my love
I've waited for you, for so long
Come now, come now my love
Come before all hope is gone
“Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”
