thank you ----- Original Message ----- From: "Sandra Warren" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Wednesday, August 08, 2007 4:12 PM Subject: [RecipesAndMore] Re: This is long, but it is perty
> > I love this, Del! also had sung it in church; now I know more, the story > behind it; terrific post. > ----- Original Message ----- > From: Sugarsyl <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > To: <[email protected]> > Sent: Wednesday, August 08, 2007 2:38 PM > Subject: [RecipesAndMore] Re: This is long, but it is perty > > >> >> Oh Delma, >> so beautiful!! >> I have always sang this song at church, by Crystal Lewis, and now I know >> what the song stands for, and the story behind it. >> Thanks so much >> Syl >> >> Sugar Syl Says: >> The kindness you spread today >> will be gathered up and returned to you tomorrow. >> >> >> >> ----- Original Message ----- >> From: "delma bliss" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> >> To: <[email protected]> >> Sent: Wednesday, August 08, 2007 11:32 AM >> Subject: [RecipesAndMore] This is long, but it is perty >> >> >> > >> > >> > THE BIRTH OF THE SONG >> > THE BIRTH OF THE SONG "PRECIOUS LORD" >> > Back in 1932 I was 32 years old and a fairly new husband. My wife, >> > Nettie, and I were living in a little apartment on Chicago's Southside. >> > One hot August afternoon I had to go to St. Louis, where I was to be >> > the >> > featured soloist at a large revival meeting. >> > I didn't want to go. Nettie was in the last month of pregnancy with our >> > first child. But a lot of people were expecting me in St. Louis. >> > I kissed Nettie good-bye, clattered downstairs to our Model A and, in a >> > fresh Lake Michigan breeze, chugged out of Chicago on Route 66. >> > However, outside the city, I discovered that in my anxiety at leaving, >> > I >> > had forgotten my music case. I wheeled around and headed back. I found >> > Nettie sleeping peacefully. I hesitated by her bed; something was >> > strongly telling me to stay. But eager to get on my way, and not >> > wanting >> > to disturb Nettie, I shrugged off the feeling and quietly slipped out >> > of >> > the room with my music. >> > The next night, in the steaming St. Louis heat, the crowd called on me >> > to sing again and again. When I finally sat down, a messenger boy ran >> > up >> > with a Western Union telegram. I ripped open the envelope. >> > Pasted on the yellow sheet were the words: YOUR WIFE JUST DIED. >> > People were happily singing and clapping around me, but I could hardly >> > keep from crying out. I rushed to a phone and called home. >> > All I could hear on the other end was "Nettie is dead. Nettie is dead." >> > When I got back, I learned that Nettie had given birth to a boy. I >> > swung >> > between grief and joy. >> > Yet that night, the baby died. I buried Nettie and our little both >> > together, in the same casket. Then I fell apart. >> > For days I closeted myself. I felt that God had done me an injustice. >> > I >> > didn't want to serve Him any more or write gospel songs. I just wanted > to >> > go back to that jazz world I once knew so well. But then, as I hunched >> > alone in that dark apartment those first sad days, I thought back to >> > the >> > afternoon I went to St. Louis. Something kept telling me to stay with >> > Nettie. >> > Was that something God? Oh, if I had paid more attention to Him that >> > day, I would have stayed and been with Nettie when she died. From that >> > moment on I vowed to listen more closely to Him. But still I was lost > in >> > grief. >> > Everyone was kind to me, especially a friend, Professor Fry, who seemed >> > to know what I needed. On the following Saturday evening he took me up > to >> > Malone's Poro College, a neighborhood music school. It was quiet; the >> > late evening sun crept through the curtained windows. I sat down at the >> > piano, and my hands began to browse over the keys. Something happened >> > to >> > me then. I felt at peace. I felt as though I could reach out and touch >> > God. I found myself playing a melody, one into my head-they just seemed >> > to fall into place: >> > Precious Lord, take my hand, >> > lead me on, let me stand, >> > I am tired, I am weak, I am worn, >> > Through the storm, through the night >> > lead me on to the light, >> > Take my hand, precious Lord, >> > Lead me home. >> > As the Lord gave me these words and melody, He also healed my spirit. I >> > learned that when we are in our deepest grief, when we feel farthest > from >> > God, this is when He is closest, and when we are most open to His >> > restoring power. And so I go on living for God willingly and joyfully, >> > until that day comes when He will take me and gently lead me home. >> > -Tommy Dorsey/ "The Birth of "Precious Lord" >> > by Tommy A. Dorsey, GUIDEPOST >> > It's not over, scroll down. >> > Sometimes our greatest and most accurate observations about God come in >> > moments of utter despair and desperation, when life seems futile and >> > God >> > seems silent. Such was the case for Tommy Dorsey. Such was the case >> > for >> > the Psalmist. Perhaps this is your experience as well. >> > God is never gone. He is always present, ready to render aid to those >> > who will seek and accept His type of help. Our problem, perhaps, is >> > that >> > when we are out of options with only one hope left-God, we seem to tell >> > him exactly how He should get us out of the mess we got ourselves into. >> > We need to let God be God. >> > Let Him, from His eternal perspective and heavenly vantage, choose the >> > solution to our woes. He will never let you down or leave you. >> > Remember >> > the poem "Foot Prints"? when you see only a pair of footprints in the >> > sand, don't assume that they are yours. In fact, at the times you > called >> > out to God and let Him help you, those footprints are the Lord's as He >> > carries you. >> > I pray that your week will be blessed. Reach out to someone in pain or >> > sorrow this week. Let them know how very much our Lord loves them. Be >> > a >> > visible reminder of the compassion and mercy that God has for us. >> > Be encouraged!! >> > Back to Story Room >> > ~Please share this page with a Friend~ >> > God gives us the gift of faith to share. May we give it to others in >> > the >> > loving spirit in which it was given to us. Sharing is caring. >> > >> > __._,_.___ Delma >> > >> > >> > > >> >> >> > > > > > > > > -- > No virus found in this incoming message. > Checked by AVG Free Edition. > Version: 7.5.476 / Virus Database: 269.11.8/941 - Release Date: 8/7/2007 > 4:06 PM > > --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
