A Song Balled Ritten By W P Turner in Sept 17 1866
Come think on deth and judgment your time
has all most come you have bin a wicked siner
it is time that you repent I no I have bin a
Siner and wicked all my days but when gone old
and feeble I'll think upon my ways
But has your God arested you by the hard
voyce of truth remember thy creator while in
thy bloom of youth I no that he is promest
and shorley I believe he that comes at the last
hour his peney shall receive
But is there not a bounty to all ho obay
I am shure youll not be sorrow if you repent
to day I no there is a bounty but still I do
disdain to quit this world of pleasure
and bair a Christians name
But has not God comanded you by his all
mighty power I may thus arest but it is
Seldom none others rest ther selves like
me and so I will still go on
But oh—should you lye down to night
Suposing all is well your eyes should then
bee closed in deth and but you wake up
in hell my case would then be auful I
now begin to see I pray the lord have murcy
have mercy lord on mee
I have bin so vile a sinner and [?] my
Saviours sole destruction is my [?]share
to hell I must go look yonder see our
Saviours hangin on a cursed tree beholding
Bleeding for R[?] such as mee
[picture of three fish]
W. P. Turner he was born in
august 28 day ad and 1846
kiss my ass foot
Sarah God Dam old hell oh Lord
Moor
Miss Sallie Moore and old
W P Turner