Kum Ba Yah (Come by Here)

In the cotton fields in the United States all those years ago, African American slaves tilled the soil, coaxed it to life and brought a bountiful crop to fatten the bank accounts of the White American masters. And unfortunately, it was not climate, or man power, but it was the unseen hands of business transactions, bank transfers and money laundering that caused the great crash of the 1930s. Life was tough,people starved to death, unknown numbers were sick and even more, young and old, were left abandoned.

And out of the suffering came many great Afro-American spirituals, rejuvenated for use. As this kind of music spread across the land and developed into other sub types of music like jazz, blues, rock and short praises, people would gather together to sing, dance and express themselves freely. As men and women struggled,faith in God was restored. He alone was the only source of their hope.

In such simple words, this spiritual can be sung by any race and can reach the innermost soul of a person in need....

Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah,
Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah,
Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum bah yah,
Oh Lord, kum ba yah.

Someone's praying , Lord, kum ba yah...
Someone's praying, Lord, kum ba yah
Someone's praying, Lord, kum ba yah,
Oh Lord, kum ba yah.

Someone's crying, Lord...

Someone is singing Lord...

Someone needs you, Lord...

Let us praise the Lord.

As we sing this spiritual, I also uplift the spirit of my friend who has been praying incessantly to God and she needs Him every moment of her life now.

I pray that more and more people will pray for her so that she can live many more years with us and continue her good fight.