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Post by Brother Ben on Nov 29, 2005 9:04:30 GMT -5
I was humming that song this morning and I remember some precious memories:
Gramdma Smith sitting on a little stool reading her Bible by the window. Daddy sitting at the kitchen table singing from an old hymn book. Going up into the mountains of North Carolina to see my country cousins. All the aunts sitting around cuttin' up and telling tales. Deacon Marshall Broomes leading me to Christ. Two faithful soul winners winning Darlene in the backyard. Cliffy DuBois, the nearly 60 year old man who was slightly retarded and lived with his sweet godly elderly parents all his life. He was a bright spot. The goldy old preacher, John Duckett. He had the sweet presence of Jesus in him as he conversed with you.
Precious Memories
Precious memories, unseen angels Sent from somewhere to my soul How they linger, ever near me And the sacred scenes unfold.
Precious memories, how they linger How they ever flood my soul In the stillness of the midnight Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
Precious father, loving mother Fly across the lonely years And old home scenes of my childhood In fond memory appear.
In the stillness of the midnight Echoes from the past I hear Old-time singing, gladness bringing From that lovely land somewhere.
I remember mother praying Father, too, on bended knee Sun is sinking, shadows falling But their prayers still follow me.
As I travel on life's pathway Know not what the years may hold As I ponder, hope grows fonder Precious memories flood my soul.
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Post by benshelpmeet on Nov 29, 2005 9:12:09 GMT -5
amen! (tears rejoiceing in the Lord with you. )
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Post by nightingale on Nov 29, 2005 20:48:35 GMT -5
:)Thank you
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