MORE of Minister Waters POEMS
Freedom Bound
Freedom Bound used to be a dream
Freedom Bound now means everything
Freedom Bound years ago used to be a joke
But only to the colored folks
Freedom Bound in the years of yesterday
Used to be a prayer and a reason to strive
and fight for today
Now, in the year of today, we must strive,
fight and yes pray hard, hard so today
won't be only another yesterday
Freedom Bound what it holds for me
Is pain, struggle, and yes a longing of Freedom
With my head set high and my eyes towards the sky
Looking up for help
Because Freedom Bound is where I'll be
Freedom Bound, Freedom Bound
Freedom Bound must come to us all
Freedom Bound say Amen, Amen
Freedom Bound
Catch me if you Can!!!
The Lord began showing me things as I wrote. I
would sit down and it was like the words would just start flowing through me. I was in my teens, mother of three children,
a wife and a full-time employee who hustled on the side, selling hash, alcohol, anything that I could. I was Bilimick and
didn't realize that I even had a problem with any of the things I was doing. I thought I was doing good, because you could
walk through my house, my children were clean, my husband and I didn't call each other vulgar names, and I never got so out
of control that I couldn't take care of my children. I was trying to escape the reality of the world and the pain I was in.
I didn't know there was a little girl inside of me that was in pain. All I could do was escape and evade; survival skills
I had learned all my life. But God. But God had other plans for me and I had no idea, this is what I saw:
"For he that is called in the Lord, being a servant,
is the Lord's freeman: likewise also he that is called, being free, is Christ's servant." 1Corinthians 7:22
WITH MY EYES ON FREEDOM
With my eyes of Freedom and my heart there too,
If I only had the power, I'll tell you what I'd do
with my eyes on Freedom and my heart there too.
I'd take a large crowd, and we'd let it be known
we were fighting for Freedom,
and Freedom must come.
Dr. Martin Luther King took it from Atlanta to the
White House
Just to show that a Black man can be non-violent,
and a Black woman, don't have to scrub no floors,
and with my large crowd,
we'd go from country to country
and back again for more,
and when we got finished, Oh yeah Freedom
would be on our door.
And out of all the places we'd go,
and all the people we'd meet,
we'd declare Freedom for Brothers and Sisters
like you and me
Let me hear you shout Freedom
Freedom right now,
Oh yes my eyes is on Freedom,
and my heart, it's there too,
and Lord, if I only had the power,
You know what I'd do
With my eyes on Freedom, and my heart there too!
My heart was hearting not only for my situation
in life but also for my people. When I looked at reality, I saw the hopelessness of our situation, and it was more pain. I
saw the Civil Rights movement, I remember when King got shoot, I remember Kennedy's funeral and as I looked at the plight
of my people I asked :
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
The fight for Freedom has come to a creep,
Is it because now only a few still weep?
Let us not forget, but let us keep on marching on,
Let us keep on fighting,
Do you feel your Freedom has Come?
Look at them laugh,
Look at them smile,
They have nothing to loose,
and they know our Freedom won't come for a while.
They think we've given up,
They think things will be alright.
I say it's worth the struggle,
I say, "Let us Fight."
Do your Brothers and Sisters have a job?
Do they drive a car?
Or do they still have to break their backs
at minimum wage an hour.
Do you feel it's worth the struggle?
Do you feel it's worth your time
To change the things that have us surpressed?
If so, let's do it, one more time.
"Be merciful unto me, O God: for man would swallow
me up; he fighting daily oppresseth me. Mine enemies would daily swallow me up: for they be many that fight against me, O
thou Most High." Psalms 56:1-2
As you can see depression was a big part of my
life, hopelessness despair, and not a real relationship with God. I knew God existed, but I didn't know that I needed a personal
relationship with him. I had pity parties and they were so bad sometimes I didn't think God had a heart, because if he did
I couldn't understand how he would allow the things that was going on in my life to happen to me . I didn't see how he was
keeping me from worse things that I could have been into. Sometimes I would get so high that all I could do was think about
how good God was and is. I would feel like I was :
