Swing real low

I recently learned the story behind the old negro spiritual, Swing Low Sweet Chariot. Written by Wallis Willis, it was actually coded communication for slaves trying to escape via the Underground Railroad. The traditional lyrics are as follows:

Chorus:
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Coming for to carry me home
A band of angels coming after me
Coming for to carry me home
(chorus)

Sometimes I'm up and sometimes I'm down
Coming for to carry me home
But still my soul feels heavenly bound
Coming for to carry me home
(chorus)

The brightest day that I can say
Coming for to carry me home
When Jesus washed my sins away,
Coming for to carry me home.
(chorus)

If I get there before you do
Coming for to carry me home
I'll cut a hole and pull you through
Coming for to carry me home
(chorus)

If you get there before I do
Coming for to carry me home
Tell all my friends I'm coming too
Coming for to carry me home
(chorus)

As crazy as this is, I find myself singing this song inside my head more than any other. It gets stuck there for days, disappears, and comes back time and time again. So, this week I decided to find out about it. Click here if you want to read more.

Before I had all the real facts, I just supposed that the lyricist was like me and knew that God had to reach way down to get him. Kind of like, "Swing real low, God, I’m way down here."

I still think that's true, but now I get to add freedom to the equation. "Swing real low, God, I'm way down here waiting to be free." Cool.