
Monday, March 23, 2009
The End of a Series

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I’ve down to camp meeting the other afternoon
For to hear 'em shout and sing;
For to tell each other how they love one another
And to make a hallelujah ring.
There’s old Uncle Daniel and Brother Ebenezer
Uncle Rufus with his lame gal, Sue,
Aunt Polly and Melinda and old Mother Bender
Oh, you never seen a happier crew
Well they all go there for to have a good time
And to eat that grub so sly
Have applesauce and butter, with sugar-in-the-gourd
And a great big Methodist pie
Chorus:
Oh, little chillen, I believe
Oh, little chillen, I believe
Oh, little chillen, I believe
I's a Methodist till I die
I's a Methodist, Methodist, in my belief
I's a Methodist till I die.
When the old grim death comes a-knocking at the door
I's a Methodist till I die
Well you ought to hear the ringing when they all get to singing
That good old “Bye and Bye”;
See Jimmy McGee in the top of a tree
Said, how is this for high.
Then they caught a hold of hands and march around a ring
Keep a-singing all the while
You'd think it was a cyclone a-coming through the air,
You could hear ’em shout a half a mile.
Then the bell rings loud and the great big crowd
Breaks ranks and up they fly,
While I took ahold of the sugar in the gourd,
And I cleaned up the Methodist Pie.
Chorus
1 comment:
As you know, your grandmother-inlaw has bouts of restlessness, unesasiness, fidgetiness (if that's a word) she was just down right anxious about something and I had to put her to bed. She had been given her magic pills which are supposed to settle her down, about 30 minutes before and yet she still seemed way out there. Mom just couldn't settle down, I didn't want to leave her that way. I gently held her hands in mine and began praying the Lord's prayer. At first she kept muttering but with each verse I said, a calm came over her. Her breathing slowed, and whatever had taken over her, left. She was at peace by the end and even began saying it with me. It was as if the words that she learned as young person brought back those memories of comfort and peace. The Lord was surely in our presence. We say the Lord's prayer every night when I put her to bed. Prayer brings comfort.
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