Keep on Singing
© Oct. 2003 J. L. Stevens

Keep on singing through the cotton fields
Of life that come your way.
Keep on singing through life’s problems
Till the end of the day.
When the darkness creeps about you
When the hopelessness set in.
Keep on singing, for the light will return.
The Man in Black was singing
For seventy one years of life.
He sang in times of trouble
He sang in times of strife.
He sang for the prisoner man
Who lost hope in his life.
He sang the redemption song.

All prisons don’t have bars
Made of iron to hold us back.
They come in many forms
Of our making, there’s no lack.
Addictions drag us down
To a pit of unknown hell.
But there is love in redemption’s song.
The Man in Black hit bottom
Of the pit of despair.
His life seemed not worth living
There was no love dwelling there.
He cried out in the darkness
Of the cave he went to die.
“Lord take me now, I want to die.”

Then he felt the “Sweet Presence”
Flowing through his body that day.
The bars fell from his life
And love came in to stay.
Hope returned to his heart this hour
By the grace of the Presence there.
There is hope in redemption’s song.
He found his Personal Jesus
When he called out in despair.
He was lifted from the darkest hell
When Jesus met him there.
He was set free from addictions arms
The light came flooding in.
There is freedom in redemption’s song.

His wife of many years
From a family that prayed.
Was with him through good and bad
Through the night, through the day.
Their love together stood the tests
That came their way each day.
They would keep on singing, the song.
Now he’s singing with the angels,
The baritone comes through.
They’re singing songs of praise to Him
Now June’s beside him too.
I can hear the music floating
All the way down here.
They are singing of a brand new day.

Someday you’ll be singing
With a heart full of love.
A love song of redemption
That comes from above.
So keep on singing
That song in your heart.
That moves you from gloom to light.

Keep on singing through the cotton field of life.
Keep on singing ’til the end of the strife.
When darkness creeps around you,
When hopelessness sets in.
Keep on singing ’til the light returns.

Amazing grace how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now I’m found
Was blind but now I see.


One Comment to “Keep on Singing”

  1. admin says:

    From Hello Poetry
    Chris G J Smith Jun 29, 2010
    This is an amazing read/song. I could envision the great Paul Robeson singing this. It does sing out to be heard with a strong voice.

    John Stevens Jun 29, 2010
    I could hear Cash’s voice when I wrote this. There are several titles of his songs mixed in there. Personal touch I guess.
    Neva Flores Jul 2, 2010
    John, I love this. This is truly amazing……………

    John Stevens Jul 2, 2010
    You may not have noticed but there are several titles to his songs in there. It was a pleasure to write since I admired the MIB and how he overcame life struggles. That is truly amazing. Thanks for reading.
    Mari Jul 24, 2010
    Ah! John, this is an absolutely awesome write! Wow!!! Superbly inked, expressed and presented to the reader. Each wonderful verse a very finely crafted, resplendent poetic pen gem. You are a true wordsmith in the world of poetry John. What outstanding imagery flecks each line of your poem! Love how you’ve interwoven The Man In Black’s song titles through the verses John – an exquisite touch and unique touch! I have so enjoyed reading this wonderful poem and I thank you from my heart for so very kindly sharing it with me. God bless you always John.

    John Stevens Jul 24, 2010
    I am so happy you enjoyed it. Many of the songs he sang had to do with redemption. It was a struggle for him but the last years of his life he understood it and accepted His redemption. The thoughts came from what I read over the years, his songs, interviews of family after he died, and reading books about him. It is all about Amazing Grace. “I once was lost but now I’m found”
    john oconnell Aug 9, 2010



    John Stevens Aug 9, 2010
    It has been over sevens years and I still hear their voices in my head. Thanks for reading and commenting.

    I once had a lady working for me who was in Holland before and during WWII. She had a sign above her desk that cracked me up.

    “You can always tell a Dutchman but you can’t tell them much,”

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