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This week I want to break away from my usual article and incorporate something that is part of everyone's experience being or working with campers: KUMBAYA. That phrase has varying interpretations, but the one I found means "Come by Here", and several versions of lyrics. The singer is asking God to learn of his situation and respond to it, for example "Hear me crying, Lord, Kumbaya", "Hear me singing. Lord…"; "Hear me praying…" , "Someone's dying…"etc. In light of recent events, I would like to re-do the lyrics, as follows:
I am buried here, Kumbaya Please start digging now, Kumbaya Don't just leave me now, Kumbaya.
We are hurting, Lord, Kumbaya
Where's my baby, Lord, Kumbaya
I just felt a jolt, help me Lord
It is dark in here, I can't see
I hear shouting, Lord, from the street
They are hungry Lord, thirsty too
Should be praying, Lord, for your peace
For the fault's not ours, we've not sinned
Hear our prayers, oh Lord, for the dead
Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya Just Mom |
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