WE CAME THRU THE MIDDLE PASSAGE, AS SLAVES,
FROM AFRICA, TO ANTIGUA.
DURING THE DARK DAYS OF SLAVERY,
WE SAT UNDER THE SPRING GARDENS SAND BOX TREE.
THERE, WE TRIED TO KEEP OUR SANITY,
WHILE WE PRAYED TO GOD ALMIGHTY,
TO SEND US HELP, AND GIVE US VICTORY.

WHILE ENDURING TORTURE AND PAIN,
WE PRAYED TO GOD, TO GIVE US THE STRENGTH, TO CARRY THE LOAD.
WE SANG, WITH MELODIOUS VOICES,
AND WE PRAYED, THAT ONE DAY, WE WILL BE FREE,
FROM THE SLAVE MASTER’S WHIP, AND TYRANNY.

YES, ONE DAY, GOD HEARD OUR PRAYERS,
AND GAVE US FREEDOM, AND FREEWILL,
OUT OF THE SLAVE MASTER’S HANDS.
WE SANG, DANCED, PRAYED, AND GAVE GOD THANKS,
FOR BRINGING US OUT OF OUR MISERY.
OUR BLESSED SAND BOX TREE, ALWAYS REMAINED GREEN, NO DOUBT,
THROUGH THE WETTEST WEATHER, OR THE DRIEST DROUGHT.

WE ARE NOW IN THE 21^ST CENTURY,
AND THE SAND BOX TREE, IS AGAIN MAKING HISTORY.
OH SAND BOX TREE, SWEET SAND BOX TREE,
YOU ARE OVER TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY YEARS OLD,
BUT YOU ARE AS GOOD AS GOLD,
AND YOUR STORY IS STILL BEING TOLD.
ALL PRAISE, TO GOD ON HIGH,
OUR SAND BOX TREE, YOU WILL NEVER DIE,
BECAUSE OF ALL THE PRAYERS, THAT ASCENDED TO GOD ABOVE,
FROM LIPS, LOADED WITH PEACE AND LOVE.         

AGNES ROBERTS
 01/23/2005-
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