Thorns in my flesh,
Shackles on my feet,
Gag in my mouth,
It’s a great wonder I still have not shed tears of blood.
The whip piercing into my flesh,
My body growing numb from assaults,
My eyes bloodshot from blows,
Yet I shed no tear of blood.
If with all this wickedness I have no tears of blood to shed,
And my spirit holds firm refusing to be broken,
If I can still hope for the time my race will be free,
Then I need not shed tears of blood!
My captors deserve no tears of blood from me!!