The Lord had a job for me, but I had so much to do, I said, "You get somebody else -- or wait 'till I get through." I don't know how the Lord came out, but he seemed to get along; But I felt kind o' sneakin' like; 'cause I knowed I done Him wrong. One day I needed the Lord, needed Him right away -- And He never answered me at all, but I could hear Him say Down in my accusin' heart, "Nigger, I's got too much to do. You get somebody else -- or wait 'till I get through." Now, when the Lord has a job for me, I never tries to shirk; I drops what I have on hand and does the good Lord's work; And my affairs can run along, or wait 'till I get through. Nobody else can do the work that God's marked out for you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAERY FOREST by SARA TEASDALE PLEASURE MIXED WITH PAIN by THOMAS WYATT THE SCHOLAR GIPSY by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE GLOVE AND THE LIONS by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE DARKNESS OF EGYPT by MARIA ABDY EPISTLE TO DR. ENFIELD ON HIS REVISITING WARRINGTON IN 1789 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LILIES: 19. 'WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WAS 'FAR AWAY,' I WAS DREAMING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) T.T. IN COMMENDATION OF THE AUTHOR HIS WORKE by RICHARD BARNFIELD |