I seldom ever dream. Laid down this afternoon, went sound to sleep. Dreamed about the first time I ever sang in public. It was at the little church on the square in Galesburg, Illinois. I practiced and practiced, was sacred to death, but Mom told me I could do it. It wasnt very good....LOL. What I have been able to do is recite the first verse of that wonderful song after all these years. The poet said: When peace, like a river, attendeth my way. When sorrows like sea bellows roll, Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, It Is Well, It is Well With My Soul. Almost 65 years later, Those words are true and meaningful. Funny the little things we remember.
Posted on: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 03:48:25 +0000
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