Yesterday I laughed out loud
Today I weep bitterly
Yesterday was spring time
Today its winter, cold and dark
Yesterday I saw the fig tree bloom
Today I saw it pass away
Yesterday was beautiful Sunday
Today is Monday, Monday blues
Yesterday I dance gracefully in his vineyard
Today I lay down on the street with ashes
Yesterday we were friends
Today he’s a memory
A bittersweet memory
Don’t Turn Back to Slavery: Galatians 5:1–6, Part 1
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