In my corner, I create a space To love my brothers and live with their ways Oh sweet sorrows When I turn the page Life's unfolding makes me scared In this body we all invest Knowing this body will be laid to rest 'Sweet Lord Jesus' my momma said When she kneeled down and she prayed I asked Momma: "What is faith? Is it just believing in a better day?" She said: "Son, don't be stuck in your ways Just remember, don't be a slave to your grave Just remember, you gots to be brave" I've been through the fire I've been through the rain I've got no desire to go back again Though the tide is hard I've got to hold on I'll break down and cry I've got to be strong I asked Momma: "What is faith? Is it just believing in a better day?" She said "Son, don't be stuck in your ways Just remember, don't be a slave to your grave Just remember, you gots to be brave Just remember, don't be a slave to your grave Just remember, you gots to be brave"