Take a look at these hands
They’re worn and rough.
My face scarred with coal marks
My language is tough.
But you know in the heart
Lies the soul of a man
Who toils at a living
That few men can stand
There’s sulphur and coal dust
And sweat on my brow.
To live like a rich man,
I’d never learn how.
But if you’ve got a corner
When my work is through,
I’d be mighty proud to live
Neighbors with you.
Each dawn as I rise,
I know all to well…
I face only one thing:
A pit filled with hell.
To scratch out a living
The best that I can.
But deep in this heart
Lies the soul of a man.
With black covered faces
And hard calloused hands,
We ride the dark tunnels,
Our work to begin.
To labor and toil
As we harvest the coal
We silently pray,
Lord, please harvest our souls
Just a corner in Heaven
When I’ve grown too old
And my back it won’t bend,
Lord,To shovel the coal.
Lift me out of the pit
Where the sun never shines,
‘Cause it gets mighty weary
Down there in the mine.
But I’d rather be me.
Though no riches I show,
Though tired and weary.
I’m just glad to know
When the Great Seal is broken
The pages will tell
That I've already spent
My time in hell.
I found this post today and thought
it was really neat and had to share
it! As I have people close to me that
I love who spend their days mining coal
including my husband I really enjoyed
this!
