I love that piece. We sang it a little slower as a processional in chapel 15 years ago. The lyrics must be memorized as nobody can possibly read and sing them.
Sharecroppers farmed a section of land for the owners. They received everything they needed (and often less) from the owner. At the end of the season, they turned in their crop and received credit for it. Seldom was the credit enough to cover expenses for the coming year; so the sharecropper was always in debt to the owner. I remain in debt to God for every year that I continue in this life that God has given me. And, I am thankful for it.
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I love that piece. We sang it a little slower as a processional in chapel 15 years ago. The lyrics must be memorized as nobody can possibly read and sing them.
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