I sat down at the piano last evening and pulled out a book of hymns. The first one in the book was “The Little Brown Church.” I was amazed at how just the title of the song could bring back such wonderful memories.
Do hymns do that to you?
I can remember my daddy sitting on my bed when I was a little girl. He would sing to me as he put me to bed. He would sing at other times as well, but when he would sing to me at bedtime I remember feeling content and peaceful. My dad was with me. I was safe.
There’s a church in the valley by the wildwood
No lovelier spot in the dale
No place is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale
(Oh, come, come, come, come)
Come to the church by the wildwood
Oh, come to the church in the vale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale
Another song he sang was “In the Garden.” Oh, his voice was (and still is) amazing when he sang that song.
I now sing these songs to my children.
Hymns are like soft blankets of comfort. We pull them out when we need to surround ourselves with peace, warmth, and love. There is something magical about hymns. Perhaps, they are sweet gifts from an Almighty Father who wants to sit on our beds and sing us to sleep. And as we lose ourselves in the melodies of eternal victory, rivers of life, and the sweet by-and-by, we can remember that our Abba is with us.
And we are safe.
Do you have a favorite hymn attached to memories?