I have an inquisitive mind and like to know the reason for things. One thing that always intrigues me is what caused a person to write a song. Several years ago I was reading a story of Rev. A.L. Clanton. In this story the writer, if my memory serves me right it was his son, shared an incident that came to my mind this morning. Rev. Clanton was pastoring a small church in Louisiana when he became deathly ill. He was so ill he was unable to attend church for several months. Finally one Sunday evening with the help of several men from the church he was able to struggle to the church and sit on the platform. In the midst of this terrible dark time in his life, sitting in his first church service in months he wrote these words, let me share:
I love to tell how Jesus saved my soul, When I was lost and facing dark despair: But mortal tongue could never tell the whole, Nor thank Him for such wondrous love and care.
When I am sad He brings me hope and cheers, He gives me grace when-e’er the way is rough: How could I thank Him for such blessings here? My time on earth would not be long enough.
Tho’ I should live a thousand years below, And praise the Lord from dark till sitting of the sun: Still that would not be time enough to show My thanks to Him for all that He has done.
O He is more than all the world to me, The dearest friend that I have ever known: And it will take the whole eternity, To thank Him for the love that He has shown.
It is often easy to give praise in the good times, but real heartfelt praise is praise that is offered in the bad times…
Just a thought! God Bless…
