Holy Ghost Don't Leave Me

I was a toddler performing this song or a song like this , for my grandparents, Rachel and Jerome Walters. We lived deep down in the "country" in Wade Station, North Carolina.

My granddaddy owned sixty-five acres of prime timber land. He was a TOBACCO  farmer, didn' t owe a single man on this earth one red cent. Drew a pension, social security and THE Tobacco Allotment!

 My mother scorned it, claimed to be ashamed. Some how as an infant, I knew better.

I remember clearly. Yes, I was a mess, came here fired up with The HOLY GHOST! Yes, I came here anointed and satan's whore tried to destroy Me!  Fortunately GOD said BACKFIRE!

I mean , I was in it, knew all the words at age three.  I think I was a little Sammy Davis, Jr.  My granddaddy was delighted, wrapped me in his big strong arms, promised to always protect me, to love and teach me properly.

He sat me on his knee,  he talked to me just like I was a grown adult, instructing, teaching me. One thing my wonderful grandfather, Jerome Walters, taught me ; "Jesus will fix it!"

I am ova'here BEAMING because my grandfather NEVER LIED TO ME!

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"