Precious Lord, take my hand Lead me on, let me stand I'm tired, I'm weak, I'm lone Through the storm, through the night Lead me on to the light Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home When my way grows drear precious Lord linger near When my light is almost gone Hear my cry, hear my call Hold my hand lest I fall Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home When the darkness appears and the night draws near And the day is past and gone At the river I stand Guide my feet, hold my hand Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home Precious Lord, take my hand Lead me on, let me stand I'm tired, I'm weak, I'm lone Through the storm, through the night Lead me on to the light Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home Written by Thomas A. Dorsey 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 boy, 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 wit 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, once 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. TO THE CROSS AND SALVATION OR FIRE AND BRIMESTONE I want to share this story with you, because there are so many people who believe there is still time. My dear friends, time may run out sooner than any of us think. One minute, one hour, one day, one year or many years. No one knows. Don't be left behind!!! DO YOU REALLY HAVE TIME? My name is Tammy. This is my life. I will get saved when, "I Got Time." I was born on Jan. 1, 1970 in Los Angeles, CA. As I grew up the Lord kept his hands on me. He healed my polio. Now I walk like you. "Thank you Jesus." He showed me right from wrong. I think I'll get saved when I turn 30. "I've Got Time!" I got on drugs, He brought me through. Thank you, Jesus! I got pregnant and cried to the Lord, He gave me a husband. I said to myself; When I turn 30, I'll get saved. "I've Got Time!" I've been shot in the back. The doctor said I would not walk again, I cried again to Jesus for two years. Now I run and jump. I should get saved now! No, I'll wait until I'm 30. "I've Got Time." I have no food in my house. My children are hungry. I asked the Lord to make a way. Right then my doorbell rings. The UPS man is ringing my bell. He has a letter for me. I sing as I return in my house. I open the letter. It is a check for $50. "Thank you Jesus." Again, I promise when I turn 30, I'll get saved. I've Got Time. "I read my Bible. I know of the Lord. He and I go a long way back. "I've Got Time." It's Sat. night. I am going out. I am going to have myself some fun. I put the kids to bed. When I step out, I see my sister running towards me. She told me one of my children is playing with matches, and was burnt. Again, I cried to the Lord. LORD, LORD, hear my prayer. Help me, LORD. And, He did. He did not take my child. I did not lose my children to the state. I'm really going to get saved when I turn 30. My cancer went into remission. My body is healed. Praise the LORD! "I've Got Time" I turn 30 tomorrow. Tonight is my last night to live my unsaved life. Guess what? My birthday falls on Saturday.Therefore, Sunday, I will be at church praising the Lord. However, for now it's still Friday. I am having so much fun at my party in my back yard. They throw me in the pool. I felt a timer in my head. SOMETHING IS HAPPENING TO ME. WHAT'S WRONG! I DON'T KNOW. I SEE LIGHT. THERE ARE PEOPLE ALL AROUND ME, BUT I CAN'T TALK. I CRY TO THE LORD. I SAID, "LORD,WHAT TIME IS IT?" "IT'S 11:55, BUT I DON'T KNOW YOUR VOICE." "THEN WHO ARE YOU?" "MY NAME IS LUCIFER. I DON'T LOVE, I DON'T LIKE, I JUST WANT YOUR SOUL. EVERY TIME I CAME FOR YOU THE LORD SAID NO. SOMEONE WAS PRAYING FOR YOU, SO I PLANTED A SEED TO MAKE YOU THINK YOU HAD TIME. YOU SEE, I'M SMART, I'M DIRTY, AND I'M THE BEST LIAR." Tammy died December 31, 1999. Five minutes before she turned 30 years old. Now tell me, 'DO YOU HAVE TIME?' Arthur Unknown You've Been Approved "There are some things money can't buy, for everything else there's Master Card." I'm sure you've all seen those commercials on TV. Well, I'm not unlike those agencies promoting their favorite credit card. However, I'm here to advertise a different card. You see, my life is a commercial for others to see. I'm a card carrying representative for the Master's Card. That's right, the MASTER'S CARD. Let me tell you about it. There are no finance charges, no payments due. My bill has already been covered... it's a prepaid deal. I couldn't afford the price, so Jesus stepped in and paid it for me. My Name is written on the card for all to see. It is accessible twenty-four hours a day from anywhere in the world. The MASTER'S CARD has so many benefits it's hard to list them all. Let me share some of them with you... you might want to apply for a personal card yourself. Just for starters there is UNLIMITED GRACE. That's right, there is no preset limit to the amount of grace you receive from the MASTER'S CARD. Have you been looking for love in all the wrong places? Then, look no farther than the MASTER'S CARD. It offers the greatest rate on love that has ever been offered. The MASTER'S CARD gives you access to many "members only" benefits. Want real joy despite the difficulties of life? Apply for the MASTER'S CARD. Want a lasting peace? Apply for the MASTER'S CARD. Looking for something you can always rely on in a jam? The MASTER'S CARD is perfect for you. Another great thing about the MASTER'S CARD is that it never expires. Once you're a member, you're a member for life...eternal life, that is. Membership has its privileges, you know. [Note: this membership is only revoked should you choose another master.] How do you receive the MASTER'S CARD. Dial 1-800-ROMANS-10:9 "if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. Jesus is standing by right now to take your call. Don't delay. This a great offer won't last forever. Peace, joy and hope: Invaluable. Faith, contentment and assurance: Inestimable. Salvation: Priceless. Christian, yes, there are some things money can buy. But for those other jewels of life there's the MASTER'S CARD. Why not be an advertisement for the MASTER'S CARD? Let your life be a commercial today for Jesus Christ. ~~unknown~~ You've Been Approved by Roy Morley Janette Stewarts Backgrounds Inspired Art by Danny Hahibohm Sign My Guestbook View My Guestbook
When my way grows drear precious Lord linger near When my light is almost gone Hear my cry, hear my call Hold my hand lest I fall Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home
When the darkness appears and the night draws near And the day is past and gone At the river I stand Guide my feet, hold my hand Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home Precious Lord, take my hand Lead me on, let me stand
I'm tired, I'm weak, I'm lone Through the storm, through the night Lead me on to the light Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home
Written by Thomas A. Dorsey 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 boy, 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 wit 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, once 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.
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 boy, 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 wit 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, once 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.
I want to share this story with you, because there are so many people who believe there is still time. My dear friends, time may run out sooner than any of us think. One minute, one hour, one day, one year or many years. No one knows. Don't be left behind!!!
DO YOU REALLY HAVE TIME?
My name is Tammy. This is my life. I will get saved when, "I Got Time." I was born on Jan. 1, 1970 in Los Angeles, CA. As I grew up the Lord kept his hands on me. He healed my polio. Now I walk like you. "Thank you Jesus." He showed me right from wrong. I think I'll get saved when I turn 30. "I've Got Time!"
I got on drugs, He brought me through. Thank you, Jesus! I got pregnant and cried to the Lord, He gave me a husband. I said to myself; When I turn 30, I'll get saved. "I've Got Time!"
I've been shot in the back. The doctor said I would not walk again, I cried again to Jesus for two years. Now I run and jump. I should get saved now! No, I'll wait until I'm 30. "I've Got Time." I have no food in my house. My children are hungry. I asked the Lord to make a way. Right then my doorbell rings. The UPS man is ringing my bell. He has a letter for me. I sing as I return in my house. I open the letter. It is a check for $50. "Thank you Jesus." Again, I promise when I turn 30, I'll get saved. I've Got Time. "I read my Bible. I know of the Lord. He and I go a long way back. "I've Got Time."
It's Sat. night. I am going out. I am going to have myself some fun. I put the kids to bed. When I step out, I see my sister running towards me. She told me one of my children is playing with matches, and was burnt. Again, I cried to the Lord. LORD, LORD, hear my prayer. Help me, LORD. And, He did. He did not take my child. I did not lose my children to the state. I'm really going to get saved when I turn 30. My cancer went into remission. My body is healed. Praise the LORD! "I've Got Time"
I turn 30 tomorrow. Tonight is my last night to live my unsaved life. Guess what? My birthday falls on Saturday.Therefore, Sunday, I will be at church praising the Lord. However, for now it's still Friday.
I am having so much fun at my party in my back yard. They throw me in the pool. I felt a timer in my head.
SOMETHING IS HAPPENING TO ME. WHAT'S WRONG! I DON'T KNOW. I SEE LIGHT. THERE ARE PEOPLE ALL AROUND ME, BUT I CAN'T TALK. I CRY TO THE LORD. I SAID, "LORD,WHAT TIME IS IT?"
"IT'S 11:55, BUT I DON'T KNOW YOUR VOICE." "THEN WHO ARE YOU?" "MY NAME IS LUCIFER. I DON'T LOVE, I DON'T LIKE, I JUST WANT YOUR SOUL. EVERY TIME I CAME FOR YOU THE LORD SAID NO. SOMEONE WAS PRAYING FOR YOU, SO I PLANTED A SEED TO MAKE YOU THINK YOU HAD TIME. YOU SEE, I'M SMART, I'M DIRTY, AND I'M THE BEST LIAR."
Tammy died December 31, 1999. Five minutes before she turned 30 years old. Now tell me, 'DO YOU HAVE TIME?'
Arthur Unknown You've Been Approved "There are some things money can't buy, for everything else there's Master Card." I'm sure you've all seen those commercials on TV. Well, I'm not unlike those agencies promoting their favorite credit card. However, I'm here to advertise a different card. You see, my life is a commercial for others to see. I'm a card carrying representative for the Master's Card. That's right, the MASTER'S CARD. Let me tell you about it. There are no finance charges, no payments due. My bill has already been covered... it's a prepaid deal. I couldn't afford the price, so Jesus stepped in and paid it for me. My Name is written on the card for all to see. It is accessible twenty-four hours a day from anywhere in the world. The MASTER'S CARD has so many benefits it's hard to list them all. Let me share some of them with you... you might want to apply for a personal card yourself. Just for starters there is UNLIMITED GRACE. That's right, there is no preset limit to the amount of grace you receive from the MASTER'S CARD. Have you been looking for love in all the wrong places? Then, look no farther than the MASTER'S CARD. It offers the greatest rate on love that has ever been offered. The MASTER'S CARD gives you access to many "members only" benefits. Want real joy despite the difficulties of life? Apply for the MASTER'S CARD. Want a lasting peace? Apply for the MASTER'S CARD. Looking for something you can always rely on in a jam? The MASTER'S CARD is perfect for you. Another great thing about the MASTER'S CARD is that it never expires. Once you're a member, you're a member for life...eternal life, that is. Membership has its privileges, you know. [Note: this membership is only revoked should you choose another master.] How do you receive the MASTER'S CARD. Dial 1-800-ROMANS-10:9 "if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. Jesus is standing by right now to take your call. Don't delay. This a great offer won't last forever. Peace, joy and hope: Invaluable. Faith, contentment and assurance: Inestimable. Salvation: Priceless. Christian, yes, there are some things money can buy. But for those other jewels of life there's the MASTER'S CARD. Why not be an advertisement for the MASTER'S CARD? Let your life be a commercial today for Jesus Christ. ~~unknown~~ You've Been Approved by Roy Morley Janette Stewarts Backgrounds Inspired Art by Danny Hahibohm Sign My Guestbook View My Guestbook
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"There are some things money can't buy, for everything else there's Master Card." I'm sure you've all seen those commercials on TV. Well, I'm not unlike those agencies promoting their favorite credit card.
However, I'm here to advertise a different card. You see, my life is a commercial for others to see. I'm a card carrying representative for the Master's Card.
That's right, the MASTER'S CARD.
Let me tell you about it. There are no finance charges, no payments due. My bill has already been covered... it's a prepaid deal.
I couldn't afford the price, so Jesus stepped in and paid it for me. My Name is written on the card for all to see. It is accessible twenty-four hours a day from anywhere in the world.
The MASTER'S CARD has so many benefits it's hard to list them all.
Let me share some of them with you... you might want to apply for a personal card yourself.
Just for starters there is UNLIMITED GRACE. That's right, there is no preset limit to the amount of grace you receive from the MASTER'S CARD. Have you been looking for love in all the wrong places?
Then, look no farther than the MASTER'S CARD. It offers the greatest rate on love that has ever been offered.
The MASTER'S CARD gives you access to many "members only" benefits.
Want real joy despite the difficulties of life? Apply for the MASTER'S CARD. Want a lasting peace? Apply for the MASTER'S CARD. Looking for something you can always rely on in a jam?
The MASTER'S CARD is perfect for you. Another great thing about the MASTER'S CARD is that it never expires.
Once you're a member, you're a member for life...eternal life, that is. Membership has its privileges, you know. [Note: this membership is only revoked should you choose another master.]
How do you receive the MASTER'S CARD. Dial 1-800-ROMANS-10:9 "if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.
Jesus is standing by right now to take your call. Don't delay. This a great offer won't last forever.
Peace, joy and hope: Invaluable. Faith, contentment and assurance: Inestimable. Salvation: Priceless. Christian, yes, there are some things money can buy. But for those other jewels of life there's the MASTER'S CARD.
Why not be an advertisement for the MASTER'S CARD? Let your life be a commercial today for Jesus Christ.
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