A Slave's Heaven
A certain taskmaster beats his slave night and day.
The blood pours from the slave's back.
He cries and shouts for freedom.
He gets a beating for his cries.
Freedom does not exist.
In the slave's mind he imagines a world of flowers and sweet smells.
Beautiful colors are in this place.
Lovely maidens in white dresses and bare feet fill the air with angelic songs.
There is food here to fill the belly.
Every kind of foodstuff imaginable.
O' how good it does taste!
The mead and beer ever flows in golden cups.
The songs, the food, the women, and the drinks are colorful and good.
A snap of the cruel whip brings the slave back to reality.
Yes, the slave knows that when he dies a loving, caring God will give him all these things.