 You're here to read this poem and tell the story of the revival woman. I'm the hand that wrote it, so let's begin. It's Leslie Johnson. I couldn't wait to listen. It was mercy brought me from my pagan land. She taught my benighted soul to understand that there's a God, that there's a Savior, too. Once I've redemption, now there's sauce for me. Some view our stable race with scorn and pride. Their color is a dye on a dye. Remember Christians, the angels, black as canes.