Every great dream begins with a dreamer.
Lord, I'm going to hold steady on to You and You've got to see me through.
I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person.
Pears like I prayed all the time, 'bout my work, everywhere, I prayed an' groaned to the Lord.
I had crossed de line of which I had so long been dreaming. I was free; but dere was no one to welcome me to de land of freedom, I was a stranger in a strange land.
The Lord who told me to take care of my people meant me to do it just as long as I live, and so I did what he told me.