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It may be a brother with whom I did play

It may be a brother with whom I did play

Author: Charles A. Tindley
Published in 2 hymnals

Full Text

1. It may be a brother with whom I did play,
E'er the death angel had called him away,
Somewhere in glory so happy and free,
Watching and waiting this moment for me.

Someone is waiting in heaven for me,
Somebody's face i am longing to see,
Someone just over life's troublesome sea,
Is watching and waiting for me.

2. It may be a sister, the charm of our home,
Whom in bright spring time, thro' meadows we roamed,
Tho' now up in heav'n bright mansions to see,
Watching and waiting this moment for me.

3. It may be a father whom I love so dear,
Whose kindest provisions relieved me of care,
Somewhere with angels beyond death's cold sea.
Watching and waiting this moment for me.

4. It may be a mother who rock'd me to sleep,
Like fretful infants I sometimes would weep,
Now she's in heaven from trials all free,
I know she's watching this moment for me.

Source: Soul Echoes: A Collection of Songs for Religious Meetings, No. 2 #11

Author: Charles A. Tindley

Charles Albert Tindley was born in Berlin, Maryland, July 7, 1851; son of Charles and Hester Tindley. His father was a slave, and his mother was free. Hester died when he was very young; he was taken in my his mother’s sister Caroline Miller Robbins in order to keep his freedom. It seems that he was expected to work to help the family. In his Book of Sermons (1932), he speaks of being “hired out” as a young boy, “wherever father could place me.” He married Daisy Henry when he was seventeen. Together they had eight children, some of whom would later assist him with the publication of his hymns. Tindley was largely self-taught throughout his lifetime. He learned to read mostly on his own. After he and Daisy moved to Philadelphia… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: It may be a brother with whom I did play
Author: Charles A. Tindley
Refrain First Line: Someone is waiting in heaven for me
Publication Date: 1909
Copyright: This text in in the public domain in the United States because it was published before 1923.


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