I love hymns. When I was younger, my mother would leave our radios tuned to 1280AM while we slept. I’d wake up several times during the night to the hums of melody and harmony of the nightly worship programming. The dusty old hymns have wrapped themselves around me so that I find comfort in the rhyming rhymes and symmetric melodies.
John Waller sings a modern hymn, reminding me that while I am here in this space, I will serve the Lord.This entry was posted in Faith, Personal. Bookmark the permalink. ← The Terrifying Possibility of Everything thesmithian: Michaela DePrince was little more than a toddler… →