Classic Poem

Lord, until I reach my home,
I never 'spect to give the journey over,
Until I reach my home, home.
Old Satan's mighty busy,
He follows me night an' day,
An' ev'ry time I go to pray,
I find him in my way.
Now don't you mind old Satan,
Wid all his temptin' charms,
He wants to steal your soul away,
An' fol' you in his arms.

When I was lyin' at hell' dark door,
No one to pity poo' me,
Massa Jesus He come ridin' by,
An' bought my liberty.