Precious Lord...take my hand

A close friend of mine has a deep love for things traditional in the church. Robes, hymnals, choirs, and pot-luck suppers. You might describe her as a hymnal kind of girl!

Recently, I made a comment about the words of a hymn she had sent to encourage me. The ancient words were like a boost of encouragement, a shot in the arm after the long sad day I had had. I thanked her for the challenge they gave me to ponder, plot, and think more deeply about my relationship with God. I casually said to her,


"I may be moving back into the hymnal stage of my spiritual life..."


Her response?

"A convert!! One who strayed away from the fold yet has now returned!!!!"

So in honor of her love for the time-honored and established traditions of this life in the church...



Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, Help me stand.
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn;
Thr'o the storm, through the night, Lead me on to the Light-
Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.


Precious Lord, Take My Hand
By Dorsey

#463 in the grey hymnal

2 comments:

  1. Love you . . . . I remember you singing a hymn one time. It was so honest and true that you didn't even sing part of a verse, but we all heard it as if you had.

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  2. Jill, . . ."One time"? That made me smile.

    Praise God from whom all blessings flow.

    Praise Him all creatures here below.

    Praise Him above ye heavenly hosts.

    Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

    Amen

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