A distinct memory and song have been playing through my mind this week. I am standing between my grandparents during a Sunday evening hymn sing. I am old enough to read words and music. But, as we sing, I do not understand how these words and this tune go together. The words speak of something that should make us happy, yet the song sounds so sad. I sing along, but my heart isn’t in it.
They Will Know
They Will Know
They Will Know
A distinct memory and song have been playing through my mind this week. I am standing between my grandparents during a Sunday evening hymn sing. I am old enough to read words and music. But, as we sing, I do not understand how these words and this tune go together. The words speak of something that should make us happy, yet the song sounds so sad. I sing along, but my heart isn’t in it.