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I came to hear the preacher man -Though his voice has long been stilled; His tattered Bible--long since dust His pews no longer filled... I came to ask the preacher man For guidance on my search; The quest that lead to where he rests Near a tiny Southern church... I feel his ghostly presence there Near his tombstone where I pray; I came to see the preacher man Though he sleeps beneath red clay... I came to tell the preacher man ( as another century closes) How proud I'll be to tell my son 'Bout the preacher man named Moses. -Robert Westberry |
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