Carla Cook

Come, ye disconsolate, wherever ye languish, Come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel. Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope of the peniten

It was the third of June another sleepy dusty Delta day I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was a bailin' hay And at dinner time we stopped and walked out to the house to eat And mama hollered of the back door, "Y'all remember to wipe your feet&