PoHymn: A Rustling in the Stagnant … March 29th, 2017

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Hank’s Thanks

Don’t you be a’thinkin’

That I been a’drinkin’

And don’t be fussin’

About my cussin’.

I sure ain’t right

But I done quit the wrong

I saw me a light

The feeling mighty strong.

I now be an Everlaster

A good friend of the Master

Who loved me many days

As I toiled in wicked ways

Far from the strait and narrow

Like a lonesome weary sparrow

No nest for my home

Doomed to ever roam

When I felt death so near

Nose-to-nose with all my fear

I cried for help, like a child

The answer came, tender and mild

Stop runnin’, my son, from my face

Aren’t you tired of this silly race?

Yes, I was exhausted, you see

My hands shaking, I fell to my knees

“God”…is all I said

He did the rest and raised me from the dead

I don’t know nothin’ except this somethin’

One dark, frightening, chilly, lonely, desperate and hopeless night

I saw the light.

In memoriam to Hank Williams

 

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