Oh, Freedom

Pregnant Lyrics

Oh, freedom. Oh, freedom

I must put my shoulder to the task.

Sustain me, Lord, sustain me.

Or is that too much for me to ask?

They want to stop my voice from speaking,

Of all the trouble I have witnessed

And received

All the injury and pain I've been given.

All the blessings from which I've been relieved.

They call on me to pray at their

altar

Of the godless, sole pursuit of gain

Although that is not my true religion

They still insist again and again.

Oh, freedom. Oh, freedom.

I must put my shoulder to the task.

Sustain me, Lord, sustain me.

Or is that too much for me to ask?

I have seen my bread upon the water

But I have less and less upon my shelf

What I need is an open opportunity

For my people, my family, and myself.

This is not a season of comfort.

My heavy heart is bothered with fear.

I am left to wonder at the prospect

Laid before me for all these coming years.

Oh, freedom. Oh, freedom

I must put my shoulder to the task

Sustain me, Lord, sustain me.

That is not too much for me to ask.

Oh, freedom, oh, freedom

That is not too much for me to ask!

Inspired by FDR's Four Freedoms fireside chat.

Malcolm McKinney 2024