The first hymn I ever remember learning was this one. My grandparents sang it often; walking around their home, working in the garden, swinging on the porch. I have great memories of those summers in the Missiouri Ozarks. And I have great gratitude for the faith that first lived in my grandparents (and, their’s as well, though unknown to me, personally) and was passed onto me. The hymn became one of my Dad’s favorites, and like his parents, I remember him singing it walking around his house and swinging on his porch swing. He’d have been 77 today. I’ve thought about him a lot lately as his oldest grandson is about to be married and I wish . . . a lot of things.
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LOVE this hymn! It brings back special memories of my grandma.
I thought of my grandparents yesterday when I heard this during communion. Your post today is a truly shared reflection in many ways.
Thanks….for memories.
Have you seen “The Trip to Bountiful” (1985)?
In our Baptist days this hymn was a staple for our Altar Calls.
I miss my Dad more and more too.
What a wonderful heritage. Blessed be the memory of your Dad & grandparents.
Powerful, moving, beautifully done! Clearly the Holy Spirit was on and in this precious girl! Just played it for my 93 year old Mom and she remembers it well from her days in the Methodist Church…memories! Thanks, Steve, for sharing.