I don?t know how my mother walked her trouble down
I don?t know how my father stood his ground
I don?t know how my people survive slavery
I do remember, that?s why I believe

I don?t know how the rivers overflow their banks
I don?t know how the snow falls and covers the ground
I don?t know how the hurricane sweeps through the land
Every now and then
Standing in a rainstorm, I believe

I don?t know how the angels woke me up this morning soon
I don?t know how the blood still runs through my veins
I don?t know how I rate to run another day
Standing in a rainstorm I believe

My God calls to me in the morning dew
The power of the universe knows my name
Gave me a song to sing and sent me on my way
I raise my voice for justice I believe

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Writer(s): BERNICE JOHNSON REAGON