THIS GENTLE MAN
In the early morning light
I watched this gentle man,
as he sang "Give Me That Old Time Religion"
with a bucket in his hand.
He was heading for his garden
to pick a row of beans,
pull a dozen ears of corn
and pick some mustard greens.
From the front porch of his home
his wife watched with a smile,
I saw the love shine in her eyes
as she stood there for awhile.
Two little boys joined him
as he went about his chores,
valuable lessons were learned that day
as well as days before.
The little boys tore up more
than the man could pick and load,
all he said was that's alright
we must have the patience of Job.
The old man passed away one day
and sadness filled his home,
He found that "Old Time Religion"
but his wife was left alone.
Her memories gets her through
the long and lonesome days,
She thinks of when she'll join him
and by his side she'll stay.
The little boys missed him
and often said his name,
and though about the garden
where they had often played their games.
Sometimes in the early morning
I think I see this gentle man,
walking toward his garden
with his bucket in his hand.
Written By: Terry A. Mosley
In Memory of MITCHELL CHAFFINS
